In the whole grand scheme, I think to myself and smile, it wouldn't hurt to spin the world a little with the shift of a wide hip. This is nothing more than a little strategy. I don't need lists. My gut tells me it might go down easy at first. I'll lose. When I tally it all up, I have to decide the worth of just a few minutes of scandal. I feel sinister. So dirty. I just want to hear the voice octaves lower. I know it is there and know how to access it. I heard it a little today next to my ear. I kept my head down but concurred. Indeed! I cleared my throat. Processed and walked away. Sang Holy Diver.
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