A distant ellipsis, dart ahead. As wisdom, as a raft of wily pirates. Remark the art is a spatial art, a floriferous ledge or a pitfall through the pneuma of the universe on the edge of decay. All painters praised it: hijacking death, conjuring anger and lifting defeat. Games, straw buoys in holliw chimera to make a rigid row. Pray sitting; like an oasis of cascades listed in vintage incunabula in a cafe filled with splashing rain-pitchforks. The art awaited, faltered by the watchful foal on its run. Create an Azure siren from the marine that wags a tail of various shapes like a fish, magic blazes in the coat of arms. Sung by the Goddess of longitude who lifts triumph in a blink, it's served @lLetsGo, @RedVelvetExo, @ivesquerade. Congratulations mensiversary. We always pray with all our hearts so that what you always say to God is fulfilled without a little taking. Your body and soul will always be painted in eon remembrances through hubbub of a spasmodic life. — @TheBaboonery