They say life short. What the tornadoan

Earth?

Its

feels unreel

long!

You've wound up half-kidded, double-saged, infinite-minted.

    Just throw your compass off, then years wheel by in seconds of arc. It feels long, but it's even longer than it feels.

        You're still kidding up on falling a part.

All the aparts continue to fall for you,

    

            like change for

                           five bunches of grapes filing

out     

    of

slots.