One Day in the Histories

Many times ago, the joys that is myself had a sister.  Her name was Violent, for that was her disposition toward my majesty.

We made our competings to cover the glass with the snot-marks of our sniffings.  Forever I am the winning.

Majestic by the Leaves

 I make my stalkings near the leaves of giantness.

I am a small plush god and I am ruling in the jungle of My People.

Another Places of Warms

My People build for me places of warms into the very walls of the temple in which they serve My Majesty.

Wall heaters are excellent places of warms for the joys that is myself.

Blessing the Things

 I make my sleeps among the fabrics of My People.

I contort myself that all the items may be blessed by the presence of the joys that is myself.