Elastic effervescent fluid adjectival festive shapish A way out of the instruction manual I can't stop writing verse by verse and here we get there again, I am sorry to you and me, it's a compulsion, to say: do this, don't do that, it feels such a way and therefore: not enough pauses in the space bar, shots of return won't wash away the eternal recipe book, always another page in the offing, from principles to guilt and ideals to inaction, not enough to overdone, seasons are not a sufficient excuse for the change I'd like to be both a part of and fully outside, the protagonist and unlikely villain, a time criminal, taking second in the race to how many hours, and if it's not a repetition we're at least back to how it be gan.