Moldy bread is a dangerous thing to ingest, don't do it.
I'de rather you not vomit your insides out, t hank you. I would wish for nothing more than your better health.
And who would care that what I am saying is important to me, that it means something, is a great literary truth to me. I have my own allusions, no one knows, I guess they aren't brilliant at all.
Because there are so many illuions, allusions
purely celestial clarity
THERE IS NO BETTER TIME THAT NO
Outside the door, crickets awaiting, just sitting, chirping at a night with clear starry stars sitting in the sky also waiting, for what?
for me? Why do they want me to come out there? It is nothing. So I should walk out here, and when I reach the door, I get a splinter in my hand, and when I smear it with anti bacterial cream, it is better. So that's the jist of it. You go on, and on, and if you were to fall, undoubtedly you will at least once ( I did see a lovely Saint set out for the night and grasp it with her lovely porcelin skin, and she made it through all right...but) and I k now it isn't going to hurt, it will just be a scratch at the most, and when I do fall I can get right back up and the time it takes isn't relative at all. Its over quickly.