Rory Beauty turned into a strange butterfly, with a wandering glycerine sigh he picks up his implement- laying his printing pen to page. Intending, half-not, to describe love and hate life and death sudafed and molecular rhythms. but all that comes out is a st-st-st-stutter. P-p-passing by a w-word tries to f-f-fffffffffhp fhhhhhp fhhhhhsp.... spread its wings and fllllllll-....flllll-....fllll- soar above the ground and turn his front to forward clouds. They fl-....bob about the angelic world... hmm FLYINGFLOATINGFLIPPINGFLORAFLIPPANTFLACKING ever sifting mindblock freed. It takes a second... to settle.
