in exactly clocklike sentences, frantic rampart situations, and oh
a rose includes a dying bee, he says the thing that went well with
local understanding according to the latest. And then the sentence
becomes a sort of communication, in delible packets deliberately made
for forming. The exact sound of when Marco agrees to agree with a
machine in his nutclamp shoves more moon thru space with exact word
combination saying something at this point, repartee. And look at how
big small can be when you add fluster to the made yesterday machine.
The machine thinks so, tho so as a vantage is a various concern.
Marco your pants are showing.
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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