Purebreds Die Faster

No one educated you about the quest for perfection, so let me be the first to tell you that Shambala does not exist.

Conveyor belts can not turn out a rare selection, you fell in love with the world, but for me it is just a sexual tryst.

Consensus can point you in the wrong direction, Zoologists amused themselves while Jane sat with gorillas in the mist.

Ten mirrors are here but not a single reflection, so if you feel the temperature drop near your cheek, perhaps you were kissed.

Welcome to the most updated version of what can only be called an unasked for Truman Show.

Spectators study my odd habits and to scrape the surface of a personality they will never know.

I am not in the market for behavioal correction, self-help is no more legitimate than Namibian snow.

Misunderstandings can occur anywhere from sea to land, thats why I became an amphibian pro.

Do not shut down because I am pushing away what you deem to be really sage advice.

Whenever someone turns me into a moral project they are confronted with walls of ice.

Beauty is prompted by an irratant like ancient Egyptians that wore wigs plagued by lice.

Everyone wants strenght they can control like a deadly lion's den that is staged by mice.

Catepillars to monarch butterflies.

Mansion laughter to gutter cries.

When articulation fails, the mutter tries.

The prophet wept blood in jail, who is the culprit that cut his eyes?