Just let it ride, man.

Golden eargasms, with diamonds hailing down like cold sting of night. Honey bunch of oats burn with in these veins. What is dead, may never die. The hearts last beat, alone with its echo. Bass strings plucked like queen peacocks plume, beauty incarnite. Bach weeps, and mozart cries, and beethoven cant hear any of it. Destiny a path for some, a destination for others.

No wonder we all cant get along. It is in its entirety, 'a dayum shame'. Gnight MMoC community. Feed the children. Stay classy