Places of Softs

My People bestow unto me the alms of plushes.

I make my comforts on the places of softs.

My People Make Their Sits

My People are places of warms.

When My People make their sits, I make my restings upon them, and they must not become to standing.

I Become the Liquid

My People has made its abandonments of me, and the joys that is myself is fraught with the boredoms.

I make myself to meltings, and consider later to pee on the belongings of My People, for I did not grant My People the leavings.