The vindictive charm of evident evil is a hostile feedback, blowing out the sequences of your temporal divisions. Life is a lecture that you’re always going to get – can’t escape what’s going on, after all. So, give your faith to God – your heart to aspirin – and your funds to congressional distortions. Ah – this is ever our way – the sad satisfaction that a face full of makeup or tattoo-sleeved arms need be the conveyances of esteem? Tread in your sentinel armor and guard the core – its varnished qualities – its cordial demeanor – its frightened aspirations. The things you need see are usually right in front of ya, but discernable entry is usually a failed endeavor of the eye that’s looking for a place to park.