I am writing the following without the use of harm: I am a cone of ice, I am linked locked to the firmament, I point, I oversee, I happy, I sad, will you sit, will you stand, hello, there are no new shoes here, here are all things with which to protect your feet from shards heat cold sorrow, malaise is not her friend, his friend, anybody’s, such is love.
You may enjoy this massage, there truly is a world outside, any, will you cast an eye out this window? Tell me what it sees? Please.