Heartquake of unintended independence finally settles into secure serenity as feelings find foundation in both self’s framework and the fancied frames on which the self works.

For I am cat, the blazar of your universe, changing intensity at the drop of a mouse and emitting important matters your way via intermittent, irregular meow-screams—that is, when I am not drawing your soul towards my cutesified role to meet your submission goal.

Her tongue’s roof tchicked as her soles sand licked as shells upper picked.

When the clock struck eight, the chosen outfit began to levitate—an inotropic event that was both practical and peculiar even as it left its dressee in a shocked state.