The chatter at the eloquent River Bearing, had interrupted planning, while skipping moss chips across her beating chest. This was the equivalent to small crops I would begin to share.

My attention to her beating chest became cluttered before the River Bearing, and the center of my bright red domain. I witnessed egg writing, astral projecting, and her chest, which had a silk like expression to it.

A jewel encrusted body suit clothed the culture of spinning woman in the mass of the River Bearing. You could shove their Messiah land wigs into hemp gold wounds.

What was in a god's name? Shall we diagnose the different chatters to a possible point of breaking? Where even my female companion could hear the main structure of it's harmonization.

As though involved in the teasing of the brightest cesium, thrill jewels went all askew from the heart lumps in her chest. Americans sacrificed dream confetti that shattered across my female companions ancient Egyptian shoulders. Beads heavily coveted by sunlight zig zagged into depleted grains of strawberry fur. A feeling that would be shared by my female companion and I.

And so it was. We spent our last days reanimating the final chorus.