On the flight of faerie wings...

 Let's all take a moment to breathe a sigh of relief. We've made it through the arbitrary and now time to slink off to the commin corners. 

I thought i believed in the angelical force BUT... somehow the blunts roll off and all you're left to quandry was the two fates you had on the flight of angelical faerie wings. 

"How be it so?" 

Im not a murderer or a bar none. 

.. Im simply an angelical bar nun too lose to shave my beard and too wise to wallow and wander in pity. Gods from all across the world realize the supplementation. {Director's cut: I'll give you my two cents(sense) in a pliable} second}}}{here now we gather as all thespians do at the barbeque and campwire to see if they really made it. Its not akron or a pliable state but country men view this as hardship. !!You dont know hardship until you got the pointed end of a dagger.... Which side note im quandering my fate and the silly, obstenible make me feel incomplete like i was supposed to have a bigger part with my true thespian player but bar noone, bar none, and bar nun or nunnery are three things i like to talk about right now and give the spin if contrivedness to the fellow hero afdicts of the room who are plundering in wine and good smokeums.