This is a political message of political. Wake up pants, shoes, and other things of that order. Wake like a vest or undergarment, male or female type inclusive. Wake as a grandee pair of gloves with fingertips missing. Wake in the gaudy active tie tack or nose stud. Wake even for a reason. Wake and use exclamations when you dress. Your pants or skirts cannot be flawed. Your shoes cannot whisper. Political likes a good tie of normal, and you will quench.
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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