Henry Adams Sees a Barn
Someone in the time read notes or sounds into the hayloft, stable, imaginable efforts. He did not break the town to pass on along the rode and further ventures of study. One day we could wake but mere crows, stumbling owls, melting foxes for our abbreviation.
Garde-de-robes for the Very Rich
Relax in comfort with a real mop. Let extent touch your hands sweetly, like a forest of industry. Soothe the world of ministration with the comfort of comfort. This is a story today: radio waves sing the news.
National Tuesday Day
Name day in the biting memory of starch in our demeanor. Who could forget a god when the work week stutters on? Portion control establishes a regimen. Nietzsche’s toe nails need a trim. Everyone should be shortened.
A Bridge Over Utensils
Doctoring the elegiac smirk while supplying a good conk to the buttress. Handbags and hearty poltroons made from nature to exacting standards. It says difficulty is the worst, and so are those. Hardship makes negation smile.
Clever Dots in the Paragraph
Everything speaks after all, if all is ever enough. Blue crap in the papery sky, or some syndicate, you know. Collectivism still chose, a most democratic assertion. Together the weight of burning out makes manifest no manifest. The single word was always there.
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