I sit here building LEGO for my own glory, a three-d printer going, with my own story. creation is a goal of mine, sitting idle, destroys my mind. So I post more content daily, using this, to craft new content.

I paint a whole scene, but hold no brush. A wide view I bring, without a rush. What am I, this vista's lush?

I come in a roll like a paper snake with one side smooth and one side that will take I cling to cards and wrapping tight I hold your gifts and signs just right I fix torn pages with a kiss and seal a box so nothing slips I crinkle softly clear or gray what am I sticking night and day?

When walls said, keep out, I took offense. I answered back in the airborne sense.

I come from the rubber tree I'm always in your mouth when there's nothing to savor Pull me from foil to opt for flavor