i.can't.stop.telling.you.things.
I.don't.want.to.stop.

I hurl the things that trickle through my mind, heaping them up on flea market tables for you to sort through.

Something catches your eye, you carefully work through the pile to unearth your find. Wipe some dust off it, turn it this way and that, until you set it down apart from the rest.

"This one suits Me. I'll take it."