There is more to be.

I am defended by tomorrow.

Defensive and terror,

I am looking at the wall of the face between my eyes and space.

A collection of coagulents, Our brains, minds and eyeballs find out the serious logic to open the one book.

Purpose left my string bean of a corpus.

The wondering pig slept on the distance of the trail.

Wild woolly Practitioner, Please do not stray, keep our lines.

Sitting on my leg, overexposed violet

Something normative, bland constraint

I can Will into icons humans Living

Imagination Instruction Wellspring.

. . . .