Can you place our names? I, for one, have a single conceit for the alter-ego, his asides and decorative indeterminacy. In three parts: I’ve misspelled a sign celebrating public domains in fair use, and there’s the age old hand hath put disgrace we dreamed up or could dream up for the face (anyone’s) beauty slandered.

#2: Once inside, little agency, no intervention, only stripes of ideas multiplying, keeping faith, mining the richest character veins, designing solid speech that triggers satisfaction dusk thru midday, they think:

So #3: Many infolding explosive arcs of competing constructs; they flare into neat blocks of aqueous shimmer! Blocks we’ve been party to after we couldn’t wait. 
Hitherto ethos susses southpaw disproportionality, so young loves per lifetime meet all their others halfway, borrowing a face again and again, slanting a blurred promise we had or we forgot we had after a few hours, letting it die down.