Purple shoes for the sake of smiling at G-d are fine. But the real work is in the elective honor that refuses to sit down when panic is called to last for a new pain of limited abuse.

Freedom is knowing the ropes and sharing the good call of time.

A bad anchovy is not a bad dish.

Dill pickles are also very solvent in the dreams of an ever changing mood of placement of good hope and better retribution.

Mustard on the anchovy of life should be an all telling time for good review.

Trust in good modification of the most horrendous plans of youth.