Dice roll, freshly baked.

France beat Portugal playing ball on the night of my half-birthday ; light a candle and lead the way. America's sinking into new depths of americanism , or perhaps I need to get my contacts changed - flags, flags, flags, all the way to Canada, but the Village is like rainbow shortcake : one taste is enough.
And I caught I in the act of thinking that the average human body is just plain ridicule. We deny one the right to be frankly ugly, and very few can be considered beautiful ; mostly, one hovers in that awkward state of uncleansiness and shorthand, of half-baked clay mold and silly shape, that'd make any alien with basic aesthetics refute the theory of creationism altogether.
As a nice side dish to this pill, though, we do have this exceptionnal capability of mind-twisting, belief-whipping, and snakey auto-persuasion, that hepls one to believe in whatever one sets their mind on believing - manoeuvering that lovely chisel to carve our contacts into whatever shape we want the world to be. however wrong we might be to ourselves, the more the merrier;
that's all for now, folks.
Happy Holiday.