Occam’s razor

Moonbeams and cherry soda,
see the lies in stranger’s eyes;
sing we now the final coda,
kiss the sky goodbye…
Mary cries, “Don’t be long…”
Pilate sighs, “You don’t belong…”
I’m thirsty,
so damn thirsty;
It’s dark,
so damn dark;
oh, what I’d give for moonbeams,
moonbeams and cherry soda…

– K Poleet


“Oh! I have a heart to be stabbed in or shot in, I have no doubt,” said Estella, “and of course if it ceased to beat I should cease to be. But you know what I mean. I have no softness there, no—sympathy—sentiment—nonsense.” – Charles Dickens, Great Expectations



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