I'm falling out of love with another story another metaphor is coming out of focus. What does it mean when the mortar between the pestle misfires a ball? Mixing fruits with herbs leads to a salad of narrative tales connected to foxes and lobsters concocted of nothing. Recommend not where to look see where to hear well as the plumb drops to the bottom feel the plunk at the top of your soul. Wake up from a dream into the deepest sleep expressions, idiomatic upon us, they creep.