Testing ideas because I’m a monthly advocate of the moon waning on me. An etiquette of charm and delicacy. This has been my ritual, this has been my routine. Sentence screwing magnolia to strange possibility. I’m opening up a new system, they wake before I do… I don’t want something that’s that pretty, the throne is a cocoon, a dirt cave… would you like to fair take, take part in the royal treatment of fate? This came from a carpenter because we are fairtaker. It looked like a mystery meeting to greet our Maker. We don’t care how you look as long as you’re the permanent one who holds my heart, mine and ours, blissful course, discourse of sorcerous force in melody, chimes of calligraphy, yours and mine aligning realms to feed us, a Fetus Friction’s dignity.