Among other things, I taught yoga alllll day, every class on the schedule, my offering to Redemption, and I made someone cry in the last class. I don't really care how high you come up on your toes whatever, but I'll push you to bend backwards throat bared, sensing the difference btw paintears and feartears. I can help a person to cry, and then help her stop on a dime. Check your scorecard, I think I'm about par.

The boys love this tune in the cahr lately, kinda mesmerized by the "Howl" mixed into it, they sing a mosquito my libido in the backseat, fencing off the refrain from the rest:
patti smith - smells like teen spirit