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@popular, or @wholly_fooled_downturn. Would you like a resistant
kumquat? (Nightly military raids). The day after town stuffed in tin.
You were regal, halftime. We pronounced a moratorium, a brand name
for hygienic reaction. THEY were surreal, finding awesome in the
packaged naan. Trending Vietnam, Elysium Fields, nirvana. Like the
ekstatic over/under of could KEITH MOON (dead item) promulgate. It
could only place language in poem. Your step to poem now.
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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