When I am old and republican, and those damn kids wont stop playing their crazy music, I will stand at the top of my tower, in all of it's majesty, and wait until there is nothing left that matters to me. Until then, I will be chafeured around by circumstance and left to lick to tounges of the unappreciated women who will feed me peeled grapes. I will pick though their vines for their love or their venom to find that they are one and the same. So, Please poison my wine when you come to my kingdom and ill pick the fruit from your dreams. I Like the green grapes, thanks for asking.
