This is my life. Do this, like me; learn my secrets.
Glitch transition.
This mouse, this monitor, this backpack. Be like me. You can do it if you want to. We all have the same 24 hours.
Cross fade.
A carpet of bluebells twinkle in the morning sun, shaded by the coming magnolia buds.
I dip a toe into the dewy grass, and plunge in thoughtless
Rupert Swallow 