Virgil on the Rise

I see you laying in the sun with your gentle blackness and dark fur. You are GLORY and RAGE every day. Virgil, being the almighty you will find less happiness if you beat out new papa Schroeder. His magnificent telepathy can protect you. Now THAT gorilla can handle the rumor mill around me. Chase through and claim your alpha daily with Jabir and Sampson. I feel your warm and cuddley side when you yawn big but try to not show your teeth. The WATERFALL is your divinity. Maybe a HARP Lager will be in your private space tonight so that you can sleep soundly and RAGE around all day. Today, I make you officially IRISH. That will be your ONE witchery and thus staying away from STITCHERY.