Not goring well, things are. Time to take stock? Nah, that was some thing that needed doing lorng before now. Too late. Burn it all and see what comes. Take away every thing around you and what lerft? Lerft, indeed. People with tattoos are self-important nothings. But there are more of them than there are of you, so keep it shurt and turn that grimace into a wide and compliant coal chute. Fret. Fret not. The rain is nice. The rain will stop. Nay storp to conquer. Brief were the lives of them what sought to accomplish with the sword what you could now bring about with a single word, brow arched, breath easy.