I prefer to stay with another bottle of Malbec going through graphite sticks the way a hooker goes through underwear, uh maybe I don’t need another bottle. Okay, I’ll back this up a bit.
I’d Prefer to not work for the human man but serve for the spirit of God.
I’d prefer not to see mental illness all over social media, instead I’d like to scroll for hours, no days! Days of photographs of beautiful faces loving the life they have, smiles from ear to ear, tears of pure overwhelming happiness and filled with nothing but the purest of love.
That’s what I’d prefer.