It’s a place where people gather thoughts, Quite often it has lines you can cross. If there is no glue, spiral wire runs through. I’d say it’s not electric, but someone digitally distilled its essence a long time ago.

In the absence of sound, it thrives, an unseen cloak that mutes the cries. It fills the space where noise should be, a void that dances silently.

It puts this on the skin or it gets the hose again. But most just use this to moisturize if they're dry and ashy.

The place I want to be right now, many others feel the same, only thing for me I still can't explain, why we fold the sheets in the morning, to screw them up at night..

Where do polar bears keep all their money?