Wait your turn. You always go for the jugular. Like a juggernaut. Spinning off the asphalt. We wait around pacing round this table. You arrive on time to help us lift the trophy.
Down here underneath the microscope,. it's hard to cope.. don't hide your face in your hands,. 'cause if your eyes play tricks,. it's outta my control..
If you happen to read this, Rose was born. Child actress, on the fifth day of the snow. Be good or be gone. Be good or be, be gone. . The range is staggering, movement and timing.