Jill pauses to take her cake. she eats it too, trying on the socks of fashionable quartest and wearing beads, she's rushed to headquarters. Spycity baby she's lost in a marooned fantasm. A wind a sheet a burrow, a misplaced .... she pose and naked as the vase flower she's home to room in her self.

This way she whirls the sun into her feet. Mercury bound for gold and sun.