Dough In Empty Eggs

castaway we use words to stay on the surface beneath each word we find the emptiness of the sea, comforting when we reach the Mundus point, at will the blood flows like a waterfall as if has no past and no future, then maybe maybe in a wildly literary language confronted/confused with a word or two: gentlemen, how do you feel about being scalped? - thank you, we feel extremely well, gentlemen, as you know at the tip of the tongue, we find everything we are looking for (the needle,... the cannon...) and a samurai's sword is nothing but his soul, - baked dough în empty eggs, a clot in the veins, vessels of..., vessels for... shipwrecked we use words to stay on the surface like a healing bruise healing by itself