Simple Theories

Let go, Children of the Father’s land, the day of glory has arrived against us. Of the tyranny, the bloody flagon of tyranny rises, rises, let it go. Children of the fatted land, the standard flagging  bloody land, the flagon of the land has arrived. raise the flagging land and rise.

The town of lefting or nor right, eager town. Town envelopes like only fog. No genius. Red things called light blue in the sky, right now ( your tomorrow). However! You love how the names fit. A tropical town called Vietnam sorts chords, dysfunction. This is the melody of breathing, or innate American government. The fake sideburns on the commanding face illustrates the news. A precious sentencing follows the logic of men on fire, sort of uncomfortable. If you were colored like the smoke of burning rose, you would not be dawn but the only field forgotten. Who do you love? In your town, the fence.

brat praxis vies with? Yet snorkel thing in the imagine, trailing possibly with opulent data. tide now down the beech in envelope Branch. sleep becomes frame, and sun sun, we are sure. a period completes the thought, the first completed thought in the age of sun.