When the ones who raised themselves to perch above the fray of their device

Sew, remember when you'd get a whiff of grand ma grand pa's house? You know there's this special smell that really gets your juices flowing to the archives of the once familiar surroundings from whence you came? Hold on to them, you're gonna knead them. Buy the weigh, there's power in a paid in full lineage...

Gosh at the end of that last sentence in the above paragraph I had an epiphany. Some really dramatic background couldn't touch what it reads...

Can you imagine that while oui read one an-others interpretations somethings going to the next level are being co-authored at Martha's house of Jacks! I'd bust it for the quarterly journal when Ben ran it! Now, that was media. The hole fucking worlds a fly on "The Wall" , but U.S.. Oh well, tennus anyone?