i don't worry that there's no roof as yet for we will build the most excellent way and we will stand this trial by freshfired bricks and still watered mortar and we will, happy, live in this housenothome
for when the perfect comes, the imperfect disappears. -mbc
explain to me again how i’ll be forgiven when the ins and outs are always hinging on sins and doubts and even faith weaves its way through the bikini straps of the waif at the pool begging and hoping just once to be dipped when the water stirs up. -mbc