My lord. There is great importance to tea. It should never merely be 'whatever.
Aggle flabble kabble . . . snurp?
And everything burned in blue, everything a star
Dark with excessive bright.
You understand, of course, that I can only get you access.
Let go, allow, and it will be yours.
I love singing Christmas carols. I know every harmony to every music-hall Christmas song.
A Waft of Cheese
A hundred canes shattered in the sun, like a load of antihistamines falling out of an airplane.
Existence is enough grace.