I wish i could make myself understood by singing different tones. Like represent my mood, my wants and needs by inflection. Much of the intent could come across, I believe, also it would be beautiful.

To fade away slowly over time, with usage. To serve the purpose of getting rid of the unwanted things. To once have a nice new pinkish sheen that is later replaced by a grayish tone that is the residue of the unwanted markings you have removed causing less pride in appearance as time goes on. Proud of the service provided, but less of a physical entity for it.

It's time for new highs and trial and errors and swallowing of old pills. Literally.

Poseidon, dude of the sea, lived in a castle made of coral and gems. Seems pretty sweet, but the boat named after him totally got hammered by a wave. I keep coming back to Hephaestus, never more a humbled god has there been.

Oh sweetest eraser, have you ever tasted the delights of the sweetest sin (decadent chocolate and shrimp ((scampi)))?