We walked on glass all day long, with eyes rolled back. It came with smiles, it came with gestures, and it came with motives.
Investing flowers in one hand and a blade in the other, This is between me and this blade, and my heart. Distributing rusty knives in these countless attractive letters, With a directional diagram of a guilty heart. Insert knife here. Lack of thought on this subject has attested catastrophic. Come one, come all, introduce knife to heart. With our eyes rolled back.