Paper wheels fly too few in number in this summer breeze. The hot sun angers the tree people but the sky falls in thunderous heaps leaping clouds and pouring excess of fluid upon the soggy paper children What is this element but the bane of the unsheltered? Flee existence Embrace insanity as though it were an old friend from the bottomless depths of your street gutters. Even the timid rule those without passion.,

Just thought I would share that with everyone.