Would you like a cough drop Dolores?
If you haven't forgiven yourself something, how can you forgive others?
Delores breezed along the surface of her life like a flat stone forever skipping along smooth water, rippling reality sporadically but oblivious to it consistently, until she finally lost momentum, sank, and due to an over- dose of flouride as a child which caused her to suffer from chronic apathy, doomed herself to lie forever on the floor of her life as useless as an appendix and as lonely as a five-hundred pound barbell in a steroid-free fitness center.
Please Mia," he implores. "Don't make me write a song.
Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement.