Hawk has worn emblematic clothes for like forever. The phrase "for like" has become the new muster. The word is, right now, that the word is. It should be easy to go from there. As of the Hawk, the term "for like" begets a spongy assurance that stresses screechy dogma in life-or-death situations. Well you know that hawks go fast. They serve their prey with heart thump, pictures to come. So now the crows augment the situation with notes of stress. This hilarity pathway pictures hawk as small change that some little ass bird might chase away. Oobleck! The Martians were wary when hawk dive-bombed close. An immediate sentence had to be made. Time-worn banalities had to glister. You probably want to talk about the United States of Dreaming but one hawk cry starts detergent inklings. Hawk knows its glory in the swoop and hover. Rider of updrafts in an openly opulent political system causes sleek tonal controls of the airwaves, at least when possible. Hawk's drama of a profile completes the picture if not the ecosystem. A large grasp would be great, like inviting words to mean something. Hawk has just beauty to attend to, skylarking while we dread our next step. Elegance is justified if not real. Reading this, you still cannot fly.
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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