The world is my

oyster it is my every fucking thing. It’s true: no one put me up to this. I lost my own faith myself. You convert, you faulty ruin, you ripped schism, you foe.

I flashed cops and mooned sailors and how did you repay me: you said marry me you said Massachusetts or Connecticut you said California you said fucking Iowa! and I listened, and I packed my garter and I saw angels and I heard you say it: yes yes yes. We did.