Feelings are real. They come from the heart.
If you time your beating to the drum of the hour, you'll have a love that is second to none.
If your mind is a valve of reduction, it reduces the one to the nothing. But nothing is all-encompassing.
Good sport is the life-giver at the beginning of the time you have now. Simple maths is the holy saviour at the beginning of the end.
Where is your water my friend. Speak now or forever hold your tongue. Moisten the mouth as it mumbles it's dry smack. Listen to your belly and know that the food of the gods is coming.
Aim for your degree of choice. Who knows how far you'll get. But hold strong to your diaphragm. Be humble by the shoulders. Breath true and pure.
Last but most. Trust your mind's eye and let the many I pass their judgment.
C'est fini.
Can the devil here hear the speak-easy rhythm of the jazz beat,
As it saxaciously breathes it's smooth lovin' down the bourdon tunnel of the underground.
