Change your part, change your life. Sometimes the last thing an outfit needs is a little facial hair. You are the moving cursor, capable of making your habitat more habitable. Keeping your nails trimmed keeps you looking less like a crazy person. A prim fountain does not necessarily draw larger crowds, but it may keep it around longer. You don’t want your desk smelling like toe jam. So keep your nail clippers in the bathroom.
I existed. For this long thus far. Part of it is due to keeping my face shaved at the right times, and my nails clipped beneath a certain length. Part of it is due to God’s love, which I truly believe is had for me. A certain, strong sort of love; like the father I always wanted. Mutual but different.
Bad luck is not always my middle name. Sometimes God shows his mercy through me.
When I say ‘his’ I mean ‘hers’ and when I say ‘hers’ I’m breaking up the stream of consciousness by being politically correct.
But there are women who love me more than men: the rate is high. So maybe she is God, except there is no sex and every sex to her.