revenue gathers in a swish of imagination. borders expand to the glory of the beneficent deities who favour, be cause glory sustains. Donald hears all this from the edge, the desperate cue, which constitutes a mapping of em bodiment and rationalized strike zone (here’s the pitch, man!). mean while Sargon’s inevitable Army crosses heartland land to find the munificent and consuming heart of the matter.: tribal down beat with emphasis always on the sentence. Donald saw the sky once. out of reach, opaque and inconclusive. no no chance of involument. his grasp only holds the hard stuff that collects on earth stone slums. un redacted is just the boost he gets. he wants to go home some day, supremely proud and vexed. The sun is not exactly up gradually the different views coalesce around the middle of what we call and donald came thru the shell a broken
The gods take note, talking to the obligated people. Donald has a scheme requiring endlessness for himself or news of how the flow justifies the flow. We will listen carefully for the tender hay that remains predicated + predicated in the burning fields. The arrangement of gross such miasmic insolence as great people, here, in the condition of greatness, rapt and ready. the goods, the store core carver blue people, blinded carefully to the enrichment plan, strain at sense. Words from minaret, from stelae, from plain boding in the industrial all, make a wave. the flames seem slightly warm like the same death again. The gods wrote that into the contract on dreary stone pedestal. Rejoice the plenary straits!