The sky is incredibly sexy...

Even as a young seedling, I hath always been imbibed with the glorious drunkenness that the grandly sky can provide. The clouds were thick pillows of wonder. I wouldst gawk at them; their beauty mystified me. Yet, throughout that twenty four hour coursing, my heart began to sink within my trousers. For my beloved clouds were going away. The Mighty Man saw fit to wrap my sky away from me, forevermore a seperation. A malaise of suicidal thinkings drolloped through my brainal cavities like oil. Yet, a tease it 'twas! What giddyness, what joy! For what seemed as the sky's fall from grace was, beautifully, a grand change into what the Asians among us called "Night"! The stars! Oh joy, the stars! And yet I never lost sight. Teenagehood arrived and mine eyes grew differently towards these great beings. No longer was the sky a playmate or a toy. The sky was now my grand infatuation. My lips, wrapped around the clouds in jubilation.

A construction site amongst where erectiles were laid.

Manlihood choked the grasp of the teen years, chucking them to the ground. Mine thoughts grew into mature cacti of illusionment, disillusionment, hope, and fear. And yet I never lost sight. The sky. The sky. The sky. The sky...

"Orange" you glad I did not say "banana"?