Answer:
Words come out of it, aligned in perfect silence. A messenger of black on white, a slinky fellow drawing lines, of thin and soft graphite
What can you blow up and keep intact?
Sugar on a stick. The kids love licking them
I usually wear a yellow coat. I usually have a dark head. I make marks wherever I go.
It's real until the trick is revealed.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?