Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Ha-ha, I've been feeling that it doesn't make much sense to walk so much, it's as if the point of arrival is where we wander off, pay attention to this temptation as an object of joy, and whether the outcome is a ploy to flirt and enjoy us, or whether we boast of our ability to take ourselves as the superior species that flirt with people, and I am the sun, no, the cosmo itself, or something, and if we do this, we're closed to a permanent day. It paused on the crosswalk and crossed after the signal turned blue. People are so different from the three of us as to be nothing.