Today hurls a gutsy tailslide on the mega ramp of romance. As you leisurely carve, pop, grind on the gutters, the curbs, the handrails of your affection OR when you are driven to heelflip, switchstance, a radical tendency. Forget it not to doff the altitude to the Highest who fed air to your stunt.
THE BIGOTRY OF THE UNSIGHTED SELF. I write because my thoughts seem to outrun the speed of my mouth and outrage those who decide to listen to just partial of my thoughts.