Grrrrr aaaaann aagh aaaaahh naah,
Aaaang n' aghhh ahh grrrr aaaagh naaah,
Grrrrrr aaagh aan naaaaang aaggh!

If justice is a blind folded woman holding a sword, wouldn't it make sense if Valentines day was a man with no legs holding a Gun? Naaah, there'll be too much Red roses in the bathroom...

And when it comes to Evidence; I love the way how a "SCREAM" is sometimes the only way of saying goodbye to our physical bodies... And I also love the way how constitution hugs the colour of your skin better then mine...

#Cause ****, your sense of humour has a lack of common sense... How the hell do you expect me to believe that the moon walks?

Naaah.

While aesthetically pleasing, those idealized taut-loined bodies don't really do it for me.

Curves and creases, his imperfections and mine together.
Marks of experience, passion, loss, and learning.

The fragility of skin that is speckled and less elastic
No less loved

hate is

Not

my style

. . . . .

lies is

Not

my style

. . . . .

play is

Not

my style

. . . . .

'use'  naaah

Not

my style

. . . . .

"Hey there, Mr.Polished !
Look I know you' re all modest
and don' t like the extra attention.
I' m just stopping by to pay homage."

"Acknowlegded. Thanks."

"I haven' t said anything yet.
How' ve my compliments already been abolished ??
Can you at least hear them out please...
I mean they' re all honest."

"Look I don' t wanna come off as snobbish I' m just not interested.
I don' t really want it."

"Naaah man...something' s wrong.
That was a typical response but something about it feels uncommon.
Are you okay ?
You don' t seem so...solid."

"I' m cool."

"And I' m Fool.
Tone...c' mon man.
I' m just trying to provide some solace.
I' ve learned how important support is
...cause YOU taught it.
Honesty too.
And you just lied and I caught it.
I' m not asking you to be flawless man.
Just be honest.
Just be honest.
Whatever it is you' re thinking
I wanna know what that thought is."

"You first."

"Fine.
You seem...hollow.
Like...you' re out of thrill and you just had a really tough pill to swallow."

"Hmm. Almost."

"What' re you carrying man ?
What' s the cargo ?
Are you using again ?
Emptying more wine bottles ?"

"No. No empty bottles."

"Then why do you look like this ?"

"Look like what ? A role model ?"

"Funny.  
More like the "old" model.
Don' t treat me like I need goggles.
I can see just fine
and I can read too...YOU...
just like a novel.
And what I' ve read so far...
is that there may be a problem.
And if YOU have problems...
then I have problems.
So I' d appreciate it
if you' d help me solve em.
Start talking."

"I' m not exactly...star-struck when I look in the mirror. It has nothing to do with looks. I think it' s fear."

"Fear ??
Do know what you made it through
that past year ??
And you sittin here talkin to me about "fear" ??"

"I' m glad I made myself clear."

"Toni ? YOU...scared ??"

"*****. Yes."