if you cant underestimate the clarification of wether vs weather than we have to become ourselves to understand our roots because in this life we only grow apples but upon the birth of a new era we can from whence we came, show the true colors of our maiden voyages flags that raised so high into the night skyline filled with the opiates of our sisters rapes and the bounding glory of a form filled out in triplicate beyond the knowledge of language and upon the forefathers of my inner thighs.