No one likes waiting, unless your patience exceeds expectations. Patience can be like a questionable heartbeat of some Herculean Moral Struggle. Ossifrage mattedness.
Splitting hairs so as to see the fleas flee. Jaw of glass, shapeliness of hourglass,
“pretty poison” with “bicched bones” (Chaucer) (ie., unlucky dice).
Why is it that I can see through rubbish, but there are instances when I cannot see through a fog of seemingly conspicuous answers, as if I were a member of a gang that can’t shoot straight?
Nothing has to make sense as long as it sounds pretty, like a Crooner, crooning.
Splitting hairs so as to see the fleas flee. Jaw of glass, shapeliness of hourglass,
“pretty poison” with “bicched bones” (Chaucer) (ie., unlucky dice).
Why is it that I can see through rubbish, but there are instances when I cannot see through a fog of seemingly conspicuous answers, as if I were a member of a gang that can’t shoot straight?
Nothing has to make sense as long as it sounds pretty, like a Crooner, crooning.
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