Lavish crystalline emerald tintinnabulation as the epitome of an opening eye of a starless sky. Am I selfish for wanting to see it for myself? Though I do not deserve it, we have the rest of our lives to divulge and if you would ever bless me, to restlessly scull for who this man is and who the beat tolls. Nameless is he, clairvoyantly unforeseen unkempt uneasy earnest destiny. One day, not today, but one day. We simply have the rest of our lives.

Frolic shall I incorporate such a befitted crown unsettled by anything less than great. Softly shall it pulp like a...