what's more epic than crying a single tear
I've got a wooden mallet, a cell phone from 1912 and a grip of stolen bones. We could paint the town purple for one night, and one night - alone. I've got the will, I've got all the time in the world - we could go break your neighbors windows in the name of love, call it art; whatever. You have forgotten the meaning of fun, let me REFRESH you. Omnipotent incongruency is the new estimated assembly, much to do and undo - chaotic neutral is the way to be. CAN YOU TOUCH WHAT IM SAYING?