Around and around and around and around we go

Breathe my love, child, and underestimate the humble act of infatuated gratuity.

Pick up you pieces and hit me with them! Below my leeks are three distinct facets of a reality. Lequelle? You’ll have to wait and see. Orange purple begets forest yellow, golden vacuums elicit color in radiant swirls!

Apart sits this terrier, it climbs the walls and scurries about the ceiling lamp. It’s jingling chandelier sheds diamonds upon my waiting pupils. The inside of your face is glowing crisply, sharp disintegrated moments piled and collected awkwardly naturally, three commas,,, in a domino run,,, which spill to an ellipsis…