Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
Title from a song by Lucinda Williams. You can't depend on anything really; There's no promises there's no point; There's no good there's no bad; In this dirty little joint... House rule no exceptions; No bad language, no gambling, no fighting; Sorry no credit don't ask; Bathroom wall reads is God the answer YES; Too cool to be forgotten...