The tenements of beauty, a rose. Arose to this elemental sectarianism along lines of extreme dashing. Assert beauty as a subway stop, dark as insurance policy. Policy structures stricture but the rose concludes with coral complexity. The beginning proves solid, growth tough as earth. Rose moves the Earth with subtle vibrations and Union vote. Hablamos espanol! The rose smells great without hassle, which you are loath to do. Thorns are plain English and worth every prick. In the night, the scent, and it explains much. Red is the new red.
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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