Sprains Stains Burns And Falls

Welcome to the new world. Whorls and sacred sweat, snap crack like a whip good. Did you wake up well, on tile or freshly mown duvet? Bit through a cable and, under the fence, bound again, bound to happen. Promise you'll always come back, smelling of wet leaves and laughing. The ice smells funny, but I can't taste anymore, and I'm an American(By God! TX Version 1.0) so most of the world thinks I never had any anyway. And you know what we reply? *Turns back cuts eyes* Inyway.