Three sit contained in one generation with ****** eyes and hopes but only held high.

Addictive by nature when everything is nature in a life long reign of influence to commit the highest atrocities with laughter.

The eldest of us tells of his life stories, begging us to learn from his experiences as he loses three bills to a happy go-lucky machine - I call that taxable hope.

Encapsulated from the world, far too caught up in the atmosphere to want to see the stars but until then let us hunker down and find shelter in the weeds.