Once again the posting, on the door, to receive the door impact, to fly into the most-caved presumption.
One dawn only, in the immaculate sense, which leaves us drizzly, spelling claim authority as two words, believing neither.
The fence post ideology transumed by simplest statement, one elbow speaking for two.
One blither as posture, a post in the summer after swearing to inhale. Not a tractor beam pulling sense but a grabbing anything more.
The space between words is like people.
Once again there is the wall around the rest. Once more a mouth feeding ummasticated words from the formal fund of derelict.
Once again this is your treasure, with names like Trump, Coulter, lash and stream false class.