Paper paper obsolete. I thought you'd ask me not to leave.

Look at my fingertips, they are touching your forehead. 

No more, no longer any sparkling emerald green arches surrounding the pace of your words. 

Forever and ever in absolute hunger. Thirsting for air.

Far far away from this hole of growling midgets.

Oh, look at that. I just slapped your blushing cheek.

Now,

Weep.