I had waded thru the thickest heat of the day to share all of the collected trimmings. Much was happening to the theories inside, and beyond the outskirts of my verbal disguise. Far out to sea, we were all part of a single archipelagical mansion. Am I allowed to shatter the fourth wall and force all words to kneel before me as concessionary adjectives? No matter how thirsty the ocean makes me seem, the ice cube numbs the tongue and the lemon thaws the brain. I advise…to deny all continuances, before the sky can divide or quicken. The long straw is caught off guard by a lack of priority, and tumbles across the sand in search of virtue…I care little for the abeyance and where it is leading….tomorrow we start again.