Your species makes the most sense to us when respectfully described as "the fluffy sentient pillow people." You get a gig as a pre-impact surface, "owning it" as they all say, heart of silk. After work you lay part of yourself on yourself, look at our precarious sky. C'mon. Fall.
Seeming isn't fair. Not to the all part of this experiencing the world breakfast, not to a spilled glass of third eye or burned the egg that carried the tail gene either. A knowing gosh darn well should be the only sense in pill form on the table and it still has the toy in it.
A balance might wind up at the circus with you but an equilibrium would passionately tell you not to go. The folk in the dictionary amusement industry will say "Carnytation is everything" but another everything is an evening that went home and put on cotton elocution pajama talk.
Molecules, no longer masquerading as the separate things you learn everything about from one lonely off guard diagram, are now unabashedly together in the form of aware and en guard diagrams for a larger scale of learning. You never read particles bond for centerfolds like this.
Impossible to truly know oneself without a fantastic little voyage to both sides of your microscope, all sides of burns, no sides of a mesosceles because you are the subject triangle not the object triangle.
Place the morning under a mattress to get the afternoon to worry that it forgot where it buried the evening. By the time it's been sorted you will have solarly coffee canned to a bank in the night, where not even your lucky star appointments can pass through steel and concrete.
Whilst reading a mollusk like a book we do like to stop and ponder the binding. Would it not be easier with all volumes in clam we suggest in a publishing fog. Octopus turns its own pages and isn't a gripping mystery. Consider the literature in the taxonomy or just be rudists.
@realwackyguy Jackie Chan credits outtakes: “Here’s one where Jackie and two guys he’s fighting broke character and laughed and hugged. Here’s one where he drops a rake and makes a funny face. Here’s one where he falls 4 stories and breaks 47 bones leading to six months of physical rehab.”
Just had a quite emotional, personal conversation with the pale child who lives in my walls and watches me through the vents, talking about stress, work-life balance. Interestingly I felt heard & warm. Never tried therapy before but this is probably it?