The only luck is bad luck.
Shut up before I stall my poi up your ass
The dawn has come
And the wine will run
And the song must be sung
And the flowers are melting
In the sun
A couple of balls short of a full cascade... or maybe a few cards short of a deck... we'll see how this all fans out.
Imagine your feelings being a visual display. Emotions run wild through the air. Colors speak to your eyes like words to ears.
I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.