I never take anything lightly.
Unless it's elevator music.
Or the syrup in which canned peaches sit.
Brown sugar.
Hydrogen.
Helium.
Certain Jazz.
Headedness.
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Unless it's elevator music.
Or the syrup in which canned peaches sit.
Brown sugar.
Hydrogen.
Helium.
Certain Jazz.
Headedness.
The real question is, "How much do you trust me?"
Is that comprehensible?
. . . it means you need to enunciate more distinctly.
Still incomprehensible?
I can't imagine why. That was as clear as salt mocking the sea of a spider.
So long farewell.
So, long farewell?
So long before farewell.
It will be so long, so never say farewell.
saying "there's nothing worse than" only to find you've said it before.
But all I had was a long list of things to not say.
I've recently discovered I may need to reevaluate that hierarchy.