Don´t be surprised. A touching heaven. Yes. Without angels. That´s a shocking nonsens. Isn´t it. Confusuion, dosmayed, in a badlyv frightening way. Absolutely no terror. Upset. Downset. Mr. Mister wouldn´t habe been dumbfounded or even motionless. Would have inbvented the trumpet. Stunning monster, walking the soundless nothing. Walking the dog, after all, anxious in the end ? put up your misfortune. Keep it beside your bed. A spot of red in your bed doesn´t prevent you from heading for Key West, I bet. Take your gun, the last straw of opportunity. Unshaved luck, go back to bed.