Went on to such strange places that I almost lost my wits! I knew nothing of perfection (elections). No news

of the tragedy, and yet here stand I: A gnome with a batty companion who plays

paint the mushroom with neo-classical technique. Make sad moments happy

and whimsy towards ashes.

Light candle with rose flames and lilly leaves too!

Make a name for the plant folk who live beyond reason. They know how to fool you and make gender a treason!

I'd laugh at the sight of any odd foe who looks to my habits for scape-goat grilled cheeses and man-made ocean breezes. The game is of words among ribbons and paint. Go deep in the forest and find what is lost.