It’s all smoke and mirrors, he declaims in Caesar's voice. Do nothing until you hear from me.* The yokels weep sincere tears. Women get wet and men tumesce. He mounts a gilded Mercedes, glances over a shoulder with disdain, and motors away, counting the take.
Deep into consideration I balance thought and option, I wonder if the weight of the self Crowned moment will get to me, I rush, I sweat, I sit, I wonder what Im gonna wipe with....