When Sarah Palin became a rash, true twins unearthed like distance and we want to know more. Sarah’s forest figures in the fingers of slipping past dawn were raw ripping of calico. These planets should know within our lifetime. So lucky, with Russia ready to move in, the degree in which Sarah Palin could write one word after another. Dogs have proven that dinner is yummy like a doctor. Depend on Sarah as a plum based on previous plums. We cannot forget the seat prevailing in the swift clouds around Mt Everest. A unique pattern of crunchy yet withered forgery faced Sarah for a tennis court minute. Sarah’s opulent progeny, built by Vincent van Gogh, leaves hundreds of collectors questioning expertise. It’s ok van Gogh style: test tubes will always have babies.
The work becomes chiding of sunlight. The work is elegy and shaded. The principle ciphers as a god, in the way transience is purpose. Transience works this brief, ending fields, making trees concern. The hell of halting midway identifies the work of burning thru. Forever makes a sign. Sign makes worthy. Indeed the tramp of feet forward concludes any sentences but suggests more. Long sentences, stupid words. The caroling heard by Dante, brilliantine remorse for a better tide. The long road up from down, and turned around. The work then becomes the work now, as stained glass similitude. Anxious in the class structure of catastrophe, the baying song over all. Nothing to do but be done. Ruskin gave you papers to remind you. Slow battering concedes the earth in time. Time being functional and oblique. The worker inside sees the nation by exhalation. Transitive connection sports of culture. The class that ends becomes the class that begins, both left and right.
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