Saturday, January 11, 2014

The Useless Years of Leisure Suits

Granite turned into model idol. The kids who die young improve road construction. This is a test.

We are scheduled to debate we are scheduled. Some kids, after all, must be the blanket statement. We are tunes to create the common tone. Or if rain is a habit, in conjunction with explaining doorways and in media res, what lasts thru the misery of incompetent sentences will probably provoke. Your guess is good. Some people, and their words, tho, gangplanks.

The truism of yesterday, gilded, slope. A preference for some words gainsays all words. Yet if a sentence still had human qualities, like a bear its hibernation, what of the warm breeze on this fog of night? Surround pity with something green and gaining. You have the word for it.

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