Monday, December 26, 2016

Man Drives Vehicle

Purple in the nation term, rain evens out, to find lost wooden leg. Rock from somewhere forgets point.

Point showed where low town left to lie. We have ours in ours in all hours ours. It becomes the town as the town becomes the way. Kids got nothing finer than reproach.

Here again. Heathen seeks a prose style. Dance a possible arrangement in figures of elevation. These seasons of all that the finest in little word, a child of thinking what the world. Even world as a cage or a triumph sits and lets the heavy on. There is no—

All meaning in the low town left to lie. We have ours in ours in all house ours. It becomes the town as the town got nothing finer here again. Heathen seeks a prose style. Dance a possible arrangement in figures of elevation,

these seasons of all that
!!br0ken!!

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