Joliet or Marquette
or some subset, political cool grain trusting future in the past
Norte Americano soil. France and Iroquois, Mohawk and English, or
lightning hit a tree. Or all combined as English, Spanish, French,
perfect suds. Lands called lands, to fill as lands. Death register
time, touch of the blues. Once the massacre and torture thing while
rabid Trump supporters read most of the words on panels laid open to
immediate tendency to list. Thinking that that is the weird way
sentence grammar, now a daze. Weird grammar speech subsume. Weird
sentence sentencing subsume. Weird read of all a word, perfectly
genealogical clump. Phil Lesh plays bass all around the subject.
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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