I Darrick with a chastened paste. Caligula sent me to break a paean. Hardwood sent me to choose a pack-mule. Ash sent me to eat ashes. Angora sent me to plumb the depths of space. Nebula sent me to crush a pack of sorrow. Lines sent me to eat in the corner. Horror sent me to escape freedom. Momentum sent me to a lonely lady. Undulation sent me to brace for impact. Pertinence sent me to the grave. Assistance sent me to be marauded. Vocabulary sent me to shy away from a Norm. Osteopathy sent me to follow in the shadow of a tree. Passion sent me to love a naked hornet. Ugliness sent me to make contact with my inner spark. God sent me to eat pieces of love. Fat sent me to squirm through marrow-tunnels. Ache sent me to shatter my listserv. Theology sent me to piss on the guardian. Hash sent me to wonder about the ineffable. Bleeding sent me to drink blood from my blood. Red sent me to gold, which sent me to yellow. Pain sent me to cardio, which sent me to garnet. Power sent me to chrysanthemums, which shot through my chest. My long hair swings into a rope, which I lasso around a ruby. My slow mind sputters as I try to change the past. Difficulty is the name of the day. Earnestness exudes through my words, and especially through my use of the word itself. My neck is tight, and my shoulders heave as I struggle to take in divine breath.