He said lana rey

Will you serve me lemonade

I said “yes Bill. I will. It’s the day of the prade and you look even more handsome than the day that I left you”

From the pain, we create a purpose,
From the betrayal, a flimsy trust,
Life is too complicated to comprehend,
So from the chaos we seek a sense.

Happy Friday

Wish I could vanish like dust in the wind and never be found by anyone.