I am the strength of a new name, my own name, courageous and empathic, that I shall not disparage.
I am a story of the adventurers heart of the midwest fervor, where pheasant's calls like liberty and children lie in wait for them, leearning to hunt by well aimed finger shots, and travel to fantastical places in cloud chariots.
I am the house of orange, not petty, not stingy, not cheap, but most certainly careful.
I am by God's own hand, and I know in whom I have believed, and I know that he is able to keep that which I've committed unto him against that day.
I am the life of stories bathed in the alacritous notes from pipes and players playing with experience meant for them, and retold by me.
I am whetted by tulips and Beethoven, and the ethereal spirit birthed from a rock-n-roll soul rising from the dirt and pitts of the lowlands, and low hearts.
