Nourishments of Souls

We do love each other. None of this “cruel to be kind” bum crum slam spanky spank eruption…

I like the Statue of Liberty. I like it a lot. I like Ellis Island, which I may be mistaken is not the island on which righteously stands

The Statue of Liberty is pretty. I’d date her. I’d grab her pussy. I’d cause her skirts to, if she was near an air shaft, take an updraft, to lift her apparent pantaloon, her spirit to arise, as in swoon.

We should all be nourished, and we should all, not grow fat, but more to be cool.

Do I really love the French? Try my heart out I’m glad my French is bad. I loved Vietnam, where, I admit French and English, or Anglais, is taken as token, ‘vsidr v cause it got so bad there the saints marched in.