Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

I'm not sure what the purpose is to do that. Getting bigger and bigger. It's like feeding and growing in the air. Gradually, more and more, I get to dust my giant body. And be the ring of this star.... another senseless delusional explosion. It doesn't make sense, though.

Stagnation. Yes, that's one word. I'll run out of it. Too sad a reality. Looking down from the gold net, everyone, is acting with purpose. Your uncle with a fishing pole is proud to sift a fish cage. You had an excellent catch, I'm sure. I'm ironically no different from that fish for Irony.

Fish that went up to land where nothing could be done. There is a route to permanent sleep. Shall we go to bed now? There was a bed, and that room. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Even though I think I'm still young.