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.
From the thing itself, beyond seasoned aptness. Life is like living but blurred by you were listening. Aspect ratio telemetry in myriad languages smooth as rocks approaches time to look. Words piece together things or things find words. Endlessness is a choice, written big in words as shiny as geese. Words simply take the time in radiation and radical point. Stein wrote the heft of nothing special, start there or whatever. You can slowly adjust the franchise, commodity's inner workings. Subglacial quips, subliminal washouts, frantic azure in the breeze of frosty Friday: these special sparking hallways slyly enjoin. Maybe you read too much into reading too much. Further on is where you’ll stay.
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