Oxford Comma

There are good songs and then there is her. A freak of nature spawned from hell, a tornado ravaging everything in it's path, a black swan dressed in white, a puppeteer disguised as a puppet with obscure motivations and elaborate dances.

She features in a long list of unfathomable phenomena ravaging the innocent, and people have called me naive before, but what do I know? Boundless ignorance is art, is sustenance, is love, life, and bliss.

I am glad.