Altruism is the fact of the matter of code.

When everything draws weary, I slip away into silence.

My only true comfort was in the negation of honesty nor lying.

Like the scales had balanced me.

Not in vow, but I took that too.

Many of them. In fact, it embarrasses me the sense of loyalty I have for it.

Sagittarius Archer, by-design.

I quite like archery.

Borromeos are Roman but Miliani is more at-home, considered by me.

Lions are the symbol.

Wolves are the other.

The Upanishad and the Moorish and so forth and so on. Even the married Scots-Irish One.

And somehow all these “mascots” ; I don’t think any royalty descendant cares much for that term.

Like some sports teams.

There was some good in there too.

Lost in Azaleas + Aragonias again.

Dragons.

That’s the Saint Year.

Fire Monkey.

And I was turned to Metal + Gold.

Earned it.

Annoying vampant creature.

Everyone avoids those in the Canton Zodiac schemes.

So I was avoiding.

And just made great British tunes out of it.

Flipped to another side. All-Barnes about it.

I guess I didn’t register then.

And earning – I suppose that’s a moral debate.

“The Cool …”

Manager to Commaedeantoan and it didn’t mean much. Strikes the nose Altoooinointant

Just a person there – you’ve been there too and I see the sparkle in your eye remembering when I was that happy first-timer to newbie to novice to inconsiderable-withoutadoubt-musthire. to lamed jump-street victim.

Just to rinse it into mouthwash turned leave- conditioner in older realms.

I don’t know how to feel when I feel face structure and muscles reveal what I know is truth and I’ve never seen.

Spiral like the Fibonacci into DNADNR assist tunes.

Have not much cares to worry much longer.

The lack-of-stress leaves me numb.

3 hours on puzzles.

I can do better, that was just my choice of fun.

Break your game, beat your level.

It’s mine now.

…

I suppose that’s what life is lacking.

Just coexisting out here, mane.