If you wanted more, then allocate my will not to be a bore for you and all your strength, oh it must be great just to be awake. I’m so low.
Floored by a condition that these frets simply console. Tied to intuition: “I know something you don’t,” and that’s the best part. Spilling paint all over the highway, just to see where they would go. Shapes, patterns and colors tricking your brain to see the fabrications of intrinsic feats of bravery. Nothing matters but humanity. Savor it. Savor it.