I say that my heart conflicts with my appetite. Why? Because I love cellulose but I also love elephants. Why? Because I compose diaries on demand. This way, only the pre-pampered sentiments get printed, and all brash stock is opted out of. (I’ll overnight it to you because I do not like the thought of majestic feelings axing away in agony.) For the sake of unwanted worlds, however, I’m sure that there is some flaw in my thinking. Yes, I’ll do anything. Why? I’m a businessperson. Please don’t forgive me.
(Above is a photo of two torn lakes taped to paper.)