I must heal all of everything, all of them, rounded up in separate places all at once. Cake.

Mmm, humming a lullaby about greasy trolls while searching for frogs in mid-air. Did you notice the crayon-like pearls down my cheeks? Cheating, avoiding, hide and seek within a tree. Branches of messy thoughts and love. Love, only love, for your chopped-off fingers. Blood blood blood as far as the lashes can bend. Du ville mig aldrig ont, ingenting ville du mig. Det är din värld och ingen annans din jävel. Åh sånt djävulskap vi kan råda utan rådgivning. Jag ska mala ner mig i en koffert av murket  mört trä sedan låta den halvögde piraten skicka mig till Island. Island the island of islands. But most of all, I would like to knit you a cozy winter sweater for those stormy times we occasionally come across.

In my lonesome fearless mind, I thought it would be sweet to meet. Meet, at your schoolyard by the fire-hydrant at fruit-break hour.
I think you have forgotten me by now though, you illusionist mind.