"Last lost lint" or "done but not done well enough alone"

That went well...though um

Yeah, I love this trust.  I'm ecstatic at the outcome of wait...

But I must not wait

Time is short though I stretch.      

It.           

Out.       

So sorry to back track but I can't wait.  I'm not...but....

What are you doing there?

With those laces?

You see I have these scissors and I'm getting snippy

The counter weights out pull gravity and terminal velocity and all nine reign deer put together.  

I'm trying to pull the beach closer but I don't have enough flight time.  Samantha used call forwarding to travel through time, but I'm not at that number.  I've only just learned my number and now I must learn to teach others what it is.  I've heard they have some kind of  vernacular for this, but I don't know it.  

What are you doing there?

With those faces?

You see I've got these thoughts and I've gotten snippy

but you take in stride

and abide in brotherly giving.  

Stop telling me confusing stories.  

I have demanded all but nothing but you have to stop.  No more posting cards. No more long threads wraping your hands.  No more wrapping hands through long threads.  My neck is mine and I'll do the turning thank you...but can you help advice me?

Formula for failure.

In truth I've given up. I've failed and I thank G-d for hitting replay every morning.  You are not so likely to see the cracks in my skin.

I ask one last thing, leave it on the window sill.

And never return for it. It's properly and delicately cadged...