#97 How do you see yourself

I could tackle the whole world like Atlas, with greasy lips and a full stomach.

Every picture has the touch of a dream

Almighty Creator, although I’m not worthy, grant me the peace of awakening within the warmth of all of your splendor.

So what we came to find out, basically, is that life is worth living.

I've watched the hole petrify pretense, making men fake forever

It's like having a pot dropped over your head and a wooden spoon is pounding the rhythm of the Star-Spangled Banner into your eardrums. You know the tune so well, but you just don't want to hear it.

So take a bow.

Media reports have cultivated the misperception that the casualties of prison officials is a new trend in violence, not a boiling point of failed policies and frustrations.

Love you.

The notice informed them it would be a temporary matter