Dear Wordy Rappinghood,
I have been dying to give you a little suite of words- phrases, actually. I tell you, you could build an entire exhibition of large scale paintings around these charming phrases and their poetic connotations. You could write a symphony on them, or a novel. One hundred poems. A pop song, that would begin with the line "A little bit left of you, I walked out into the night, with 200 bucks, waiting for a blow that would tumble from the clouds."
