Would you have sung as the Titanic sunk? This is the first verse in the Armageddon/stubborn mofo spinning the harsh projections into cartoon panels and the male gazelle is always smiling. What are you, a jizz-meister?

While looking for the piece in which the stream of the daydream = cream of the splinted crop of ecstasy, I stumbled upon Now the emphasis is on assimilating every second in caress mode to recreate the carhop scene in 'Rio, my Sweet Arroyo. The invisible enemy has yet to divert the attention-whore pipe-dreamer from hogging the scene. Too much peter makes the ambiance neater.

All of this coasting is appropriate justice to make the disengagement a little sublime. No excuse required but mentioned just to confirm.