You know, you know.
A puppy without an owner will die.
Have you - ever seen the Lord?
In an extremely embarrassed posture, descending into the dust of the end, you met the person you wanted to blaspheme.
You saw a glimmer of animal-like coldness in her abyss-like golden eyes.
The boiling blood in your chest is constantly surging and rolling, like a dream weaved by crazy intoxication, but you have an inexplicable sense of dislocation, like a real separation of soul and penis, and you can clearly hear your own voice in your brain.
"Everything for Miss Machima."
You heard your own almost stubborn voice.
Concept: love, innocence, loneliness, embrace.