The result is that the subconscious is lost. Little girl rationally recognizes her fate.
You do surprise me and guilt is a place. Blame in your shoes. It has started, it will never stop. Ya. How do you do it? This chaos, this?
You have travelled much, how come your world is so small? I drove, Anthill, Misty mountain, Chill, Coffee, Me clothed in layers excavating like something was.
What about me? Nothing. Powder, Of some kind. That tower is mine, lit like a snowy tree by one intense led light, ad or something.
outward balloon bulge
protrude protrude. bulge?