Almost continuous repair

 Almost continuous repair. It slit my eyes. He brought me others. They didn't suit me. I looked to check the eyes and they didn't seem to return the objects with their own nature. I had withdrawn from the threshold from everywhere. What if things danced in the air without a seat? Their names were broken. I had to confess him as the one about to write a story. But it is the Nothing so subterranean and laughable! Venereal Like a claustrophobic body that takes for itself that public disease without pleasure, without wear and tear.

Sense, then ex-isto as a hypo/thesis.