I was just in a deep place when I wrote this, and I really feel like this is pushing boundaries of unexplored human emotions. I hope it touches you as much as it has touched me.
Where is Rockafeller? For when one pauses to feel the leaves crunch upon thy knees, such is the most divine of all sups. The basement. The closet. The car keys, for when we fully examine the intricacies of the Typhoon era, well, there you will find Rockafeller. Marry me, for when the sun breaks through the grass, the birds, the birds I say will chirp the most joyous song of ages. When the men and woman rise, and the elves cease there silence, there, my lads, there is Rockafeller. When time has consumed me and you, and we have consumed our brunch, the planets shall rise up in a victorious march and say "Hail, son of Jake", for the battle and the war is lost, but the puppets, they will stand strong. As will you, my lads, as will you.
