The midge is minor sensation. 
Black car, the words "black volvo," the glint of lacquer. 
It’s “I realized I was putting in a lot of things about where my Dad hid
money around the house. I added more. I thought about places where money
could be hidden. I added more." The midge, the bleed around the edge.
Midge puffs itself: Midge on the horizon! 
The new model citizen, the midge. She wrangles a movement up,
underwrites a loft of given rights
and on her worldview states, “I can sense you want something
and it’s cute.” Think 'vat.' Search 'epoxy resin.' Wind up with 'juice'
de-natured then re-infused, 100%.