Today, I held a debate camp with myself. I said, myself,
you have been jangling around like a giant set of keys.
Why don't you pretend that you took a psychedelic weight
of mushrooms and develop the will to merge with the cosmic
mountain long enough for the chill to take away your jangle?
Okay. I talked myself into it. Myself, you are a compound at
the edge of a forest and you depend on deer urine to remain
a smelling person. Let pheromones divide you up in to my
self. Fractures fraction on dividers. Shattered dividers litter
debate camp. Cosmic mountain wrinkles cold and my
aluminum has frostbite. Cut the aluminum off, it's not
going to make it. Snowmelt. How much blood went
in the water? There are fish in the water.
Hungry fish. Less hungry fish.
Roman Ryan 