I am drunk as a Lord again and love allows. I stumble across this keyboard without fear but really is there nothing between this or that. Please, please let me be good. Don’t let envy and fear get between us. What else is there between us that accounts our difference? Other than what has been struck within by the beast of love and it’s good intention. Does your dryer understand this circle of stupidity that rules our world without an ounce of wisdom? An ounce of a smile without effort seems worth much more than the whole universe on a scale. Why does it take a pound of suffering to feel the worth of an ounce of love?