A few thousand mental images in an hour, then despair. Xeroxial wanderings and layers of superimposition. The veil loosens and spreads under water. You say it is an argument which counters stone, our house, our elbows planted in the sand, akimbo. A thing does not attain anything.
Qualities simply come off as soaked skins.
The way a child's dinosaur unfolds in a glass. Pretty refracted color. And then there were none. Limp plural we stroked in orange reflector skin. Samurai crab-shell and who took out his penis.