Id rather have cancer than a dishonest heart.
Which isnt being pious. Just practical.
Cancer may cool you, but the others sure to.
Oh, screw it cookie--hand me my guitar and I'll sing you a fado in the most perfect Portugese.
I feel infuriatingly left out--a tugboat in drydock while she, glittery voyager of secure destination, steams down the harbor with whistles whistling and confetti in the air.
