Wow, this went sideways pretty quickly, and for that we aren't in the loop at the fork not to be told or to be untold in the way of another or back again, switch the blade, and hence the halt, antagonism nowhere to be elected or found to not, and to now, so where it swims or it walks, but you are not there, friction is there. No. Infringement? Selection, go take your pick, choose wisely, aren't you the one? Nothing could have prepared you for that, or the other either, neither, nor and none, here is the shovel and there is the soil, go dig, reach down, pull it and hold it tight to your face, can you sense the scent of fertility? It shouldn't come as a surprise, since we are too far to turn, or to haul over the brim of the railing where geese waddle and noone else dare turn, noone dare stare at the candle that floats on the motions of gel and mucus, colored red and orange and a tint of pink from the despairing notions and wailing sentiment. Here you go, have you had what you have had or had not had whatnot that was had by that which was not, succumb, embrace, engulf and enflame, you are not the one I envisioned, and there it is: Take hold of it, and commence excavation, seek your way through the crusts of this world down through the next, untill there is none other to hurry and none to be flawed.
I have spoken!
