knitting with scissors you run with. will get you there. but you can't buy a house. i'm sorry. you might, miiiiight get the Edwardian Tudor for a mansion in false claim but you keep your gaze, your weary gaze ....and slumber not so sweet, my sweet. knitting with false gods will get you everything but Not the Other Thing that gnaws at the substance of your gut where the heart resides like a lion addicted to Aesop Fables - and dry humors that decimate with bounty flooding the bleak with our windmills ! you and i are regardless.
knitting with shopping carts and dead batteries. washing ashore. lick your lips at the foam of our hysterical event. pitch a ******* tent. and eat more stars than you came in with.
sew the hole with a hole and answer the phone sometimes, ****.
i ain't got all day but you might take your time like an aspirin.