For that other. I mean the matter of methods and what serves, what suffices.
First point being, there’s no chance of necessity looking ugly on you, Talik. I’d wager there’s nothing enters your orbit and self that can keep a dispiriting appearance, hey?
Second and equal in import being I could live with you, that and more besides, and hold you in esteem all the while.
I could and will, given the glimmer of a chance.
Put it this way, Talik. Though I’ve no talent for bloodied hands, I’ve knowledge of what Scarface and the Shitheads get themselves up to. (Been offered a job or two myself, but eh, it’s true I’ve not much stomach for it, better placed with production and distribution. That’s where I can make a mark or two, and that’s where suppositions turn to sense.) Got no mind against a one of em and eh, take Senan for example. I’ve a good idea what the man gets up to, and it’s dinged not an ounce of my fondness for him.
Fact is, I admire a man stands by his principles.
I admire a man who’ll work them into being, one way or another. And it’s as you say, there’re times reason’s not enough, times kindness speaks a lost cause. Times there’s weighing to be done regarding crimes against a one versus crimes driven onto many.
Or. [ … ] Crimes driven onto children.
That alone opens the field for methods and means. That alone’s cause for seeking response whatever way the fucks’ll hear.
And of course and twenty times over, fuck the government with an outsized glass shafted dildo, and without a drop of lube.
You hear me well, Talik. On generosity, on methods preferred. And I hear you yourself, and hear as well that call of what’s sometimes got to be. There’s fucks on this earth call harm down on theirselves. There’s fucks won’t learn from any other angle.
Here, and what’s also for saying
I’ve belief my Talik can do all, what’s kindest as well as what’s needed where kindness trips itself. I believe as well there’s no act can change the tenor of my Talik’s heart, aye. There’s nothing could make you other than beautiful, nor other than beautiful in your Vevay’s eyes and knowing.
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First point being, there’s no chance of necessity looking ugly on you, Talik. I’d wager there’s nothing enters your orbit and self that can keep a dispiriting appearance, hey?
Second and equal in import being I could live with you, that and more besides, and hold you in esteem all the while.
I could and will, given the glimmer of a chance.
Put it this way, Talik. Though I’ve no talent for bloodied hands, I’ve knowledge of what Scarface and the Shitheads get themselves up to. (Been offered a job or two myself, but eh, it’s true I’ve not much stomach for it, better placed with production and distribution. That’s where I can make a mark or two, and that’s where suppositions turn to sense.) Got no mind against a one of em and eh, take Senan for example. I’ve a good idea what the man gets up to, and it’s dinged not an ounce of my fondness for him.
Fact is, I admire a man stands by his principles.
I admire a man who’ll work them into being, one way or another. And it’s as you say, there’re times reason’s not enough, times kindness speaks a lost cause. Times there’s weighing to be done regarding crimes against a one versus crimes driven onto many.
Or. [ … ] Crimes driven onto children.
That alone opens the field for methods and means. That alone’s cause for seeking response whatever way the fucks’ll hear.
And of course and twenty times over, fuck the government with an outsized glass shafted dildo, and without a drop of lube.
You hear me well, Talik. On generosity, on methods preferred. And I hear you yourself, and hear as well that call of what’s sometimes got to be. There’s fucks on this earth call harm down on theirselves. There’s fucks won’t learn from any other angle.
Here, and what’s also for saying
I’ve belief my Talik can do all, what’s kindest as well as what’s needed where kindness trips itself. I believe as well there’s no act can change the tenor of my Talik’s heart, aye. There’s nothing could make you other than beautiful, nor other than beautiful in your Vevay’s eyes and knowing.