Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm off from an anointed king; The breath of worldly men cannot depose The deputy elected by the Lord: For every man that Bolingbroke hath pressed To lift shrewd steel against our golden crown, God for his Richard hath in heavenly pay A glorious angel: then, if angels fight, Weak men must fall, for heaven still guards the right.
i wanna touch it. i am getting my food porn on. jesus that is sexy tail. talkin’ bout lobster. mmmm good lawd, i want it in my mouth. mm interactive food. so hot. i need to go have a personal moment.mmm that is my regalo del mare yes i will open that package. ok. done. gonna go read books now.that is some seriously sexy food.
"You won’t do it. Most of you won’t do it. The world’s head laundry is pretty good at washing brains: Don’t jump off that cliff don’t walk through that door don’t step off that waterfall don’t take that chance don’t step across that line don’t ruffle my sensitivities I’m warning you now don’t make me mad you’re doing it you’re making me mad.You won’t have a chance you haven’t got a prayer you’re finished you’re history you’re less than nothing. you’re dead to me, dead to your whole family your nation your race,everything you ought to love more than life and listen to like your master’s voice and follow blindly and bow down before and worship and obey; you’re dead,you hear me, forget about it, you stupid bastard, I don’t even know your name.
But just imagine you did it. You stepped off the edge of the earth, or through the fatal waterfall, and it was: the magic valley at the end of the universe, the blessed kingdom of the air. Great music everywhere. You breathe the music, in and out, it’s your element now. It feels better than ” belonging” in your lungs.”