What unendurable control does us very slippery glittering in which crevasse expanded sac could be excitedly eased to me, that crevasse has so wet fig's meat to it, my life heads for only that getting.

That softened mildness makes me paradise.

In world, any rule and bind exist only for making us have spontaneously harvesting paradise.

Then I conclude that what unendurable control to me does me very slippery expanded paradise embodied midst which any fragment could do me so unimaginably unforgettable sensed it, but at the same time, just knowing it could make any other thing so withered and powerless in vain to my sensation, that tasty life certainly endangers my social life.

That crevasse has so moistened fig meat, to it, my life's everything heads for.
That thing is so natural, if other thing is more natural, how can I express it so smartly, I have no idea.

That softened mildness makes me paradise and once I have it, every opened freshened air in clearly beautiful landscape could be seen at so widened panorama scope to me. 

Your so fecundly alive fig anytime tries to set me on at seductive eyes and lips.

Eventually, my core tangiblly touchy sensitively sensing life I can keep only relies on your fig, I honestly have that mind eveyday, you know!

Apr.26th., Aug. 1oth.   2021