Simple Theories

  racists and ant I semites glow in their very own dark while legis latures slog to the music endearingly dead in they ears  the highest very antiquated ever to be told  more dark appears in any preponderant motive assuming the gods always and the elementary principles of hum and void  Gertrude Stein struggled to elucidate struggle while captains explode  evident squamous sigils in inwit containment  soldiers of obedient words exact tribute of meaning  herewith then deep breaths to adjust to horizon:  federated collapse with registered glory  state run con glomerate bone dry economic embolism  statutes of old winter and harbinger of no spring  categorical assassination and slog of sway  and Fine Dining Nitely!!!

  zeppelins as quietly as possible in the sky high heaven above stellar fear  Gertrude and Alice saw the cubes and wonder people and war on side and eerie length of century  a leader ship of bolts and nuts conditions and decommission promising a blast  zeppelins lined up words in skies far and wide with new noise and un veiling pressure  and zeppelins for crying in the oldest way en route to state and restate fear as colour of brackish water  and today is just like old  

  we meet Hammurabi in simpler time and correction. a city can grow to fill the world in efforts of flood and ebb. blinding trust in vacuum while. pumpkin sprout in the soft easy of city state endeavour. gull finds. roost on lamp post. armies seeking borders of mercantile probity. all the ants meanwhile, and history above the sky. Marsden Hartley stopped on his way to Berlin; Dr. Claribel Cone spent several days in Paris be fore journeying on to Munich. Early in the summer, Henry McBride arrived in the French capital. Little did Hammurabi timelessly foresee.

  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!

  Skintight iciness from the cauldron of his response System   ravages are personal like most bombs and stories   build walls around the city because city And people and the glory of response systems laff my ass off   daddy loves  you Donald you the best slum  a dad could have