So good.

What a master...and so (enlightened) funny!

Robert's voice was inspiring a lot of fiction writing in my head, that sounded like what comes, so that's good and thanks: He laughed in the necessary directions and bade of the emporoer, Hold off some more; and you will see your way. But these words feel short of a daft punk and fell, like this into the hole, where the princess stood, and the body of a man in a green suit just simply dropped down and on through a black void. He came to, and it was seen in the light before the princess that a murky golden triangle in triangles, three; and a bidding of this - Wait! and we all waited thusly, as the pictures danced, and the black-blue-grey, and that gold; this trifouce of emptiness, all waiting for us; bading that: no consciousness was higher than a bicycle; while the wheels spin, and all falls out of Mosomotos' mough, into the dream of a bok, choying on rigyam lamas, in the middle of the Sahara. He took his hand, as the princess still wanted, and there was the drippping sink; and Scarlet ate him too in the void; and they watched castly of another portrait; and in the stills all the paintings became like the maidens hands too; and as he wanted clouds on river beds or turns overs on the lakes; benouth still'lo the swans, he found himself, abottt, in the ground alone in all things, there, spirit, there, the lake; all men, and all good men, and all bad men too.

Thank you

Great

Thanks.

Thank you