I listened to Bertie.
I felt raining.
Rain is what is understood by singling out breathing.
In the rest of piles of candles.
It is not necessary that there is a table plentifully, it is not necessary that cloth is besieging it is neither necessary that obligations are finally strung together by meaning all pieces, it is beneath shining really beneath shining.
Then there is a pause. There really is more vacancy than ever. There really is horrible horrible horribly mismanagement. I am not pleased with it at all.
When I stood and measured distances when I stood and measured distances I bowed I bowed to the reasonable interpretation of plain stairs bent together and when I meant to go away I did not leave out of that, consideration. I did not leave out of that, consideration. I was speedily neglected on harmony and I was not beside that altered. I was not in altering changing recently. I was not changing recently. Not to act too. Not to act too much. Not to act too much in being horrified. Not to beckon in spaces. Not really to beckon in spaces. Not really to be beckoning in pointed spaces or pointed spaces. Leave as alone we must be right.
Act Three.