Evolution is bullshit, said the Robespierre of underwear. Ontological and on for the best treatise, desperate to make due. Require hens in gardens, backdoors, fading statements of urinary tract infections, ulteriour motive as a sublime forecast. Expect delays in the rush toward where the moon beams. Partners, the future net describes a halo, with relax fit jeans as a model. Purple waves of racy grain ingratiates the topic sentence to violet juncture with the rabid cause. Inside revolution are little people sticking words into actions and actions into sentences. Sometimes the bell rings with flowers, sometimes the language is the gall.
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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