Ears of knowledge are rarely fathomed by time

Dry lips sail fewer ships

Cheaper eating is sometimes the only thing on the menu

Fear the end of their lost hope.

Paces of the warrior are usually lost on redeemed assets

Convalescent hope never graduates.

Where do the matzos balls go????????

The love of the lost generation is a steak without a friend. 

Streaking the hand of fame is special to the time of hold

Joy refuses no change in betterment

Terror loses its way. Anchors hold steam

Fear of time is not always an obscure experience.

Tied fighting is not suffering in vain

Just another day in the rock climbing business. One facet at a time.