Robo-Deepak can out deepity the OP any day.
The word is spirit made flesh by the light of the silvery moon. The moon's essence is green cheese, not from mold, but from the sublime light of love. When love hits your eye, like a big pizza pie, that's a amore.
Ok those were mine, but I'm working on getting the hang of this.
Faith (intestines), Heart (uh, heart), Knowledge/Truth (brain) will always be encoded in the mysterious gloom of the new dawn. Is it June? Then, we seek the Moon. Are we talking to a Loon? Then pass the macaroon.
The word is spirit made flesh by the light of the silvery moon. The moon's essence is green cheese, not from mold, but from the sublime light of love. When love hits your eye, like a big pizza pie, that's a amore.
Ok those were mine, but I'm working on getting the hang of this.
Faith (intestines), Heart (uh, heart), Knowledge/Truth (brain) will always be encoded in the mysterious gloom of the new dawn. Is it June? Then, we seek the Moon. Are we talking to a Loon? Then pass the macaroon.