He who roams the jungle with his head down shall die hungry, but he, the prowler who treads the jungle focused on the elements that are out there for him, lives the life of the those whom feel that this world was designed for them, and shall reap the rewards from all that allows feed for him...and shall enjoy it....in the hindsight of praise, envy, hate, arrogance, and the best material for poetry…and with purpose...Nia. Therefore, my wise follower, listen to the works of art and pacify hearts and tear into the asses of them whom are disobedient to the essential....guilty infractions of carnal law such as cheat, deception, insult, and abandonment. For I, the wise panther, roam the earth, looking for the jungle in which she lay, she the apple of my eye, the love of my eye, the star that shines the brightest in the darkest of the blue skies. And if she so happens to be the girl that you have abandoned, she shall be the next to lay without worry, without shame, mindless of the hurt you may have caused which has influenced her to feed my soul with the essentials of love from the wettest girl.