Not yours, not yours, not your own. Draw. She personally sent good intentions to another dimension, which she did not conduct. Long farewells mean extra tears and stress. Doses flow through the wires. “Give me a reason, but don’t sit on the chain.” Where is the consolation? Who will like this? Suddenly there is a chain reaction all around, and not randomness. “Non-existence defines the unconscious” is today’s action. Hardly much is changing, although you never know. No matter what they grind, it’s flour every time, but morality doesn’t come out. You can't make a sound because there is no publishing house. Mockery, dear editors!