#if u cldnt figure it out it was an IKEA chair

[frostywisp]

pray tell me good sir:

why must such cushioned a chair cut off the circulation, the flowing of such vibrant life-blood to my limbs?

if only such premium a seat, such a fine specimen of the exotic variety, such a chair of the esteemed establishment of the Scandinavian geography,

could provide me with the lessening of pressure on the bottom side of my left thigh

then- maybe then- only then- would i be able to find one true route to victory over this mundane muddle of showing of a polygon through this messy list of letters and directional lines.

Ah, woe is me! For i may ne'er feel the touch of yet another well-made chair.

Why must this be so? why must the hard provide comfort but the soft provide ache?

This cannot be right, this cannot truly be the way of the world

However my self tells me it truly is so, thus all this pathetic being will do is weep