Make no mistake: Mistakes will be made. Living in a glass house will cause you not only to desire the throwing of stones but to need the action more than a parasite needs the blood of its host. Nevertheless, everything that glitters--sparkles, shines, radiates, illuminates, warms--is not gold, but what use does the average person have for such a precious metal? Have you ever tried to stitch time? Your savings are not worth the effort, and the sheer quantum mechanics of the situation are much more certain than Heisenberg would expect. Then again, expectation paves the road to Hell, MI. Mother knows best. Father knows the rest. And all. That. Jazz.

Make no mistake: This is not poetry.

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