Sounds like he won the title, but I hate what significance that answer has. What's the point of the world you want to dream about? I sit on the bench and listen to the appliance nursery rhymes. The melody is waving, it's opening my mind. That's the way it is.

So, what happens when I get it right? In the meantime, I've tried to wait, but I'm unresponsive and I don't get a response back. Rock your legs around on the bench, take a break. When I stared into the void and looked into the ceiling, the letter "Bark, Wild Dog" was painted in ink. I don't know what that means. I'm a little disturbed, but let's go through. "Ohon, Ohon," a strange voice clinging from around her. Looks like they're looking for a reaction over there. I don't know that. of frivolity. The wind blows indoors. Oh, why? I don't have a free window, and I just have a wind producing device in front of me... What the hell! Then the device thins and disappears sooo thin. I was a little stunned. I wonder what happens from here on out. I wish it could come out in the forecast ahead. If deployment can be expected, there will be differences in stress.