The World Is Mud-luscious And

...on Forever's Very Now We Stand.

A Connotation Of Infinity Sharpens The Temporal Splendor Of This Night When Souls Which Have Forgot Frivolity In Lowliness,noting The Fatal Flight Of Worlds Whereto This Earth’s A Hurled Dream Down Eager Avenues Of Lifelessness Consider For How Much Themselves Shall Gleam, In The Poised Radiance Of Perpetualness. When What’s In Velvet Beyond Doomed Thought Is Like A Woman Amorous To Be Known; And Man,whose Here Is Alway Worse Than Naught, Feels The Tremendous Yonder For His Own— On Such A Night The Sea Through Her Blind Miles Of Crumbling Silence Seriously Smiles

Here's To Opening And Upward... And To Yourself And Up With You And Up With And Up With Laughing.

Unless You Love Someone, Nothing Else Makes Any Sense.

To Like An Individual Because He's Black Is Just As Insulting As To Dislike Him Because He Isn't White.