With the sledge of tectonic fever

Responsibility means something different to a girl in her teens or early twenties. In her thirties, the weight-bearing muscles are stronger, more capable. I could carry a monkey on my back now without noticing the added burden, if only the hairy beast would hop back on for the ride. Your true calling lost her voice for a spell, but the vocal chords are finally ready to scream in volumes that would make a banshee blush. Would that I could shred the noise-canceling headphones plastered to your head. Okay, so maybe you refuse to keep an open mind, but you could at least keep open ears. The needle has landed again. Let it play.