i confess i was smallish and i spat on the platform of yogatrump this morning and also on the way back. 
i may belabor this, and k says you must ignore such miscreants, yet i will finish when it is finished thank you k. 
i thought, yogatrump, who prior to that was just john who was hard and did yoga hard, he was playing the game k. said, wanting to fuck good people up with his fuckedupedness whe he veered off the bike path and came for me, it was not in sympathy or fellowship, twas for his own sick entertainment. 
tata, y-t. now you seethe on your spat upon platform. 

meanwhile sara me k. chiara and mister joyfully enjoined the inland sea. and it was sadbeautiful.