Let the structure bleed into the veins of textures. I don't hope to see them inject the veins into my liver. "Them" being the wicked screwdrivers and my oranges. God not the oranges. I need the oranges for the sake of being ill. If I am not ill, then how will I paint a house with green candles. Green candles are the perfect choice for mathematicians. Green plus candle equals crime. See what I mean? I'm sure you do.

Food for a penny is not a penny in my manual. It's a dollar. Why must we try to scam the poor. Not poor in wealth, but poor cell juice amounts. They need the plaster to smother their hearts in to raise their cell juices, so that they may be healthy again and lacerate the bugs with copper fields and moving cables.