The sentence factor
by which we say things a bit builds great momentum to knowing the way
down a street where sometimes. Effort along routes that mean so, last
time or maybe. The sentence factor supplies everything tho nothing is
a lot. The sentence structure wears only, instance and because you
have to listen if not care. Drown again, just for show. Each word
comes to a conclusion with a tap of meaning implied. Wind in words,
as a memory cap. Trucks contain truck, dogs dog. Sentence factor
endlessly.
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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