Bears look at life from both sides now, which explains nothing. The viable poetry of bears places stern assonance to the fore. They growl like constancy. Their televisions flicker with mind-tossing opinion about life and retraction. Like you, bears can only be fooled. Bears as a species have three masts and excellent maneuverability. They can climb trees and run faster than you. Their flags rise as verbal as are you. Their gun decks thrill with large claws and devastating teeth. They make up for their lean winter diet by eating tons during the warm months, and consuming tankards of good ale. Brains and brawn and attitude a-plenty, bears deserve to be your rug. Say you have been somewhere and think you are something, that makes you more powerful than bear. You have a holy mission to be. You have birthright and the mannered billfold to do it. Your scat compounds in compliance. You are bear to the bear because you say so. Hold tight the anchor of your renown.
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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