Knowledge Is The Harvest Of Attention

I Was Playing Catch With The European Audience.

Forgive Me If I Sleep Until I Wake Up.

The Flowers Are Ravined By Bees, The Fruit Blossoms Are Thrown To The Ground, The Wind The Rain Forces Everything.

All That Matters Is That The Thing Be The Thing Of The Thing.

Dead, Hung Up Indoors, The Kingfisher Will Not Indicate A Favoring Wind, Or Avert The Thunderbolt.