Thursday, September 10, 2015

The Actual Mass Murderer He Was

Have seen human instincts, crows in the sky, bats the envy of hearing something new, herd quality a local human reflex towards words.

A Trump moment allows nothing to happen viciously, steeps the television. A team of experts, or clocks in molasses, survive the programming. Chance of dates in the time-sense ratification possibles, as in: Allen Ginsburg wrote a poem after all.

Teammates say ridiculous helps as margin. Outside margin grows pears. Time is a sense.

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