Indecision may or may not be my problem.

In conflict to the death of an unpopular poet, it is the price we'll pay to sail our ship through a fantasy sea.

It's a Savannah fling. Her fragrance on the pillowcase. It is like wrestling with a handsome woman.< p>

Years and miles and tears and smiles, it is what we wear that wears us away. So I tell you this now, because it is getting late and, tomorrow is today. Reach out beyond your grasp and grab the goal ahead of you. Above all things I tell you to live a life you will live to regret.

White bearded black man driving to church to rouse his neighbors in song and praise of the lord. As the sunlight filters in through the stained glass windows over the altered state of his consciousness, he informs them of the demons and angels swirling around over his head. Flying high in a silvery sky, a golden bird soars effortlessly upon the thermals of the roller coaster currents. Stretching his wings and searching for letters of love originally held tightly by the current account holder. A lot more time is being spent grasping for the low lying fruit that can be pulled from the branches by toddlers. We're not going to be there. She said to pass the load on to the team of oxen who are better at pulling against the rivers current than we are.

It has become appallingly clear that our technology has finally surpassed our humanity.

And with the thought in mind, we bear ever closer to the true north and away from the fallacy of the magnetic pole. It will not lead you to a better station, it will drive you to despair with a radar gun.