Grandiloquent passions (written in pencil)

Grandiloquent passions—happens to be my #1 fallback position, after assuming a "lock-and-load" stance, anyway. You're half right: got the guns you've got the feathers. Wasn't this ordeal already supposed to've happened? God does not erase his work, not even his pencil sketches. What time is it? If you can't manage expectations, then what good will your social craft be? Nothing major, nothing epic. No, I mean I don't want anything big, no big deals here. We've got names, we've got obligations, we've got . . . grandiloquent cut lines. You in the market for meaning?

Hold it—hold it! This is unique, a special moment caught in lead seals and the broken pieces of another family's story. Ancient sounds of pottery shattering, liquid spilling on stone floor. Hold it! God doesn't erase his work for no one. So if this statement is true, where does the next act take place? (An airport? A flooded town?) When you don't write with words it's a shame you pay less attention to spelling, typography, design. I wouldn't be the God of Writing for all the gel pens in Japan.