Alas

Need us to be aware of our own super conviction when the real value of just and bended truth are wasted in the altar of happiness. Do we go to your house to taste that mandarin orange offered nicely within a bowl of lingering prayer. Where do we start to realise that there's nothing mysterious in life and however hard we try to redress the issue wouldnt we come back to where we'd started. Put your hand in my basket and I will carry it to the counter and while I'm there, the clerk would put her bestest smile and asked would it be cash or card sir. I am purchasing your hand with my expired credit card, would it matter?