Last summer, cochlear and drunk at putput golf, that's how we'll bend when we've lost weight in Denmark. 
I have not spit out any attention here like I used to but maybe, just maybe, speaking to this little void is exceptionally safe.
Don't you understand?
I am like a newborn baby, still wrapped in placenta's pulp. I have this larynx, intertwined with these fully formed vocal chords {how handy I'm suffering from bronchial infections right now} and I've never been introduced to the process of putting them to use. Just because we're exposed to circumstance, tricky trumpetting in tumbling, doesn't mean we'll know how to emulate it for future reference.
Or is that very frankly just reminiscent of myself?
Me and my horseraddish root
Small tits, Big heart.
"Get Blithe Baby"
