Del: Finally, someone alloweth out of mine cage. Now, time for me is nothing because lest I counting no age. I could not beest thither, I should not beest afeard, lest I valorous at repairs and lest I under each snare. Intangible, I best three didn’t bethink so I commanded thee to. Panoramic view, behold! I will maketh all manageable.
Picketh and chooseth, sitteth and loseth, all thee different crews. Knaves and wenches, who thee bethink is very much kicking tunes? Picture thee going down in a picture tube, lit thy fuse. Thee bethink it is fictional? Perhaps mystical? Spiritual? Hearable? Who appeareth in thee to clear thy view at which hour thou art crazy. Thou art lifeless, thee bethink the definition for what life is. Without a price, I putteth thee on the high horror. Thou love it? Mine gun is smoking righteously with one token. Thou art psychic among those whom possess thee with one swipe.
2-D: I am not joyous, yet lest I am feeling glad. I got sunshine in this sack. Lest I useless, but not for long. The future is coming on.
Del: That is right. The basics of the essence, tis without didst thee maketh it. Please, allow me to maketh it childishly in nature. This…rhythm. Thou has it or thee don’t, it is a fallacy. Lest I am in them; every sprouting tree, every peaceful child, every cloud and sea. Thou see it with thy eyes, I see it with destruction and demise, it is corruption and disguise from this damned enterprise. Now lest I sucked into thy lies through Russel, not by his figure but through the rhythm that fine gent provides. As a guide, ye all can see me now because thee don’t see with thy eye. Thou perceive with thy mind, I am going to beest around Russel and beest his mentor. Whither the bethought is, I hath brought all of this. Thee can survive when the law is lawless. These feelings and sensations that thee bethought was not dead. No squealing, thou must recall that it was all in thy headeth.