The party of Lincoln goes up a tree.
Define tree by number of Republicans tethered to its reflective
nature. Reflecting fear is a manner of speaking: guns proving guns
rely on guns to prove guns. In a nearby hole, the Democrats squat on
the tut tut of their own Congress. The People in terms of walking
down the street leave to walk down the street. This satisfies a basic
urge to remove. Kindly kid Congress into going, somewhere would be
fine.
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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