Deterministic Nazi-manner? (read: truncheons and bolt cutters):
"... lest we lose what we have, in the hope to gain what we cannot. " - Society observer (Letters to the Editor: March 27, The Malay Mail)Pressing up against buttons that push and pull forwards, holy my moly, it's not even part and parcel of all the things I thought it could be, and then piles upon piles of piles and dang, it's _ _ _ _. I under-exaggerate, I'm over-the-hill, I haven't even reached the top and it's already ("waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!") better than melted cheese. Could it be poignant, could I take offence at the ready, fists flying, eyes wandering, could I make a stand, bend, just a little, hold a little tighter, run just a little bit faster? It had the taste of tongue, of jumping the gun, funny it had me swinging the sword ... perhaps I'm leaving skin behind, hoping mad, cashing in my clever cow. It's pigeon's and kittens, (kuching ate my mushroom swiss! lolololololol) and sweets and jellybeans. And above all it's toast. My all-time favorite breakfast food.Cha-ching!: I swear, I heard mermaids singing.