Wait a second.The glass shatters at the ceiling and all that's left are cuts upon my feet and no satisfaction. I just want to be comfortable. Sitting on the floor with cuts upon my ass.
I have so much to offer. I know I'm the best thing that will cross the path of the mole, but she's blind, so she just can't see it yet. By the time evolution blesses her with sight, it just might be too late. The bus is almost here. I think I'm going to board.
Strike while the iron's hot, because when it cools, it's unyielding. Life isn't tepid, and neither am I. There are too many cooks in the kitchen and my vision is becoming blurred. Too many elbows rubbing, not enough heart. You, you and you...upstairs, right now!
Cats have nine lives and I'm on my fourth. I'm not fucking around. I've only one or two left in me. I'm going to make it count.
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