Treats, a fine way to mold favors into gifts, gifts into dues and dues into wants. See, the world does not flow, its a sea of monsters, i meant humans. Creature of mind, asphalt of creations, creatures that create, we create what we see and what we create makes us, we see our creations but our creations mold us. The odds of it, that utter feeling of superiority, when you "superior being" find yourself with mind blowing ability to find what has not be found and shift what has not taken a path, some superiority...the worlds isn't flowing. Its a sea of monsters, i meant humans. Our "humble heart may stumble, but a stumbling heart may not crumble, chances of a trench, a crushing yet comforting hope, a quenching thirst, maybe some length given to the despair or just the stance of glory hence the bench at the entry of a parallel word of self pitching waiting for an inch of miracle or a pinch of help nudges us to the edge of it. The world is not flowing, it is a sea of monsters, i meant humans. I lack of vocabulary but my words are pure, from my heart they said, a sink of though, the well of feeling, a deep level of self beating or self motivation, maybe a second brain. In any case, its the switch for passion and decision? the fuel of acceptance, detachment, it is a human thing, perhaps the word monster was too harsh, perhaps just mutilation of my own view. Lets just say we are nice monsters. The world is definitely not flowing, its a sea of monsters, maybe humans, buy nice monsters!