This cloaking device avoids detection. Slanting, lost, an hour later we’re beginning to wander over borders, since borders are still porous. Just look at this possessed adventure! I need some topper wipe.

You’re fluttering on me. Flickering,
And all this repetition is binary to binary autosuggestion. 
Smelling you in all your possible reassignments. 
 
— A rank in heaven!