I would like the attention span of an egret as opposed to that of an earwig. I'll leave it to the pachyderms to chew on that one. It's tough, but nothing like bronchial spasms. I hear wing nuts are easy to screw; it's all in the finger work. If the Queen of England shat blue, would any of us be surprised? I think witches might spell things out for us. They could tell us about the time the Earth was mud. God dipped his fingers in to shore up foundations, restore site. We all knew. Every pie a palace, a person. Holy temples both. Some hold fast like quicksand. Every line justifies how long you took to read it.