Perhaps Tommy was meant to live through faces of dysfunctional strangers than in perdition.

Perseverance in belief remains as Simon breathes in sight of your bedraggled appearance, anamnesis of his kin reside in your esse.

Dipsomaniac slobber paints your half-lidded eyes as it done with Tommy, similar to his father and forebears before, filled with neuroticism conceived of self-imbued hysteria.

“Insistent on being miserable?” Animadverting tone breathes into the room.