I am the Iconoclast I might smash your idols to bits and pieces or reveal fallacies in your cherished beliefs I bow my head to no divinity or an orgy...
So I was driving down the road chatting my wife, taking her to the beach when suddenly a toll booth popped out and instinctively I took out a dollar...
I dipped into the phantom mixture of her tears the brush I snatched from her to paint my own Neverland With every stroke I was chipping away a piece...