If lives could be better,
just half as good as perfect,
our hearts would palpitate
at alarming rates.
So overwhelming this gift
would be,
that are hearts would bleed
and our minds would cry for
the woeful lives we knew how to bear.

I'm a new person. It's a wonderful feeling.
My only complaint at the moment is that I'm tired, and it's making me speak senselessly.
Is that even a word?

Phil's a hulk. He's stronger than all of you. He can rip things apart. Grrr.

( I finally took some pictures. )