But, three days from that time My eye is blood running. Hair is disarranged. A memo danced to the high sky. The wick of the mechanical pencil spread out in one side of the floor. A monitor becomes a condition like Toastor.
Brain is miso soup.
More, very It can Kabuki me. I have thought if it is here because it rebels like that, too. Too easily, it surrenders. All OS's are put in the separate machine. From now, the days of my battle began again.