I like art.

That’s your interpretation.

Can you penetrate our people’s ethos growing up empty of teaching, unavailable reserve? Reserved to understand thick grasses amounts to ridiculing the phonemic state of flying birds.

(Someone asked me not to float this.) That’s how not-shitty is while our so-named public face makes a living, almost kidding and choosing hands on fire. What kind of prose government takes dabbling more lightly?