Lamentation is a three sided occupation that we're all occupied with.
Triangles are a turn on for this Pythagorean.
I find connections in the unlikeliest of places I always have done, though this third son of a second son never made it past the seventh grade.
Sometime time expired when the meter reader's tired and the perimeter is the limiter and the brain goes into overdrive then it's difficult, but I will survive and the black and white is cruising down another memory lane and hearing a blast from the past, thinks it's a gunshot.
It runs on under steam and in the steam the fogs of dreams, I've seen where ***** grinder's monkeys grin
In the unlikeliest of faces where a kindness lurks, good works have been orchestrated.