Knowledge is a sin, sweet like mulled wine, high above the tree, apples growing freely, so close to your father, he holds you gently, and scatters his seed, but its price can deprive you of so much, forethought and insight can burn away at it, the branches of possibility, on some days, it’s better to embrace stupidity, nerd girl with glasses, weird nipples, and moles hiding on her body, she bends over, under her skirt, peaches dripping with honey, how lovely, what would your father do, maybe give it a kiss, a lick, taste her and her sweetness, allow succor, and live, laugh, love, hey, it’s your seed, don’t ask me…Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit.