On a day much like the days of life, a bounding of weasel young crossed the road. Energetic black packets of energy and mayhem, they charged into the further woods. No parental unit appeared but the kids had the mission written large. Life as discomfiture for the potential morsel, which includes you as in you. Hunger creates the amplitude of the dynamo, tho for you the terms may need excavation. Opulence looks natty on your cv, and the jangle of your sum proves highly hypnotic. But you are not a weasel, likely cannot reach that high. Taking is a given in your foundation. Weasels scour for just that extent of world living world. Longitude crosses latitude on this globular precinct. You just begin with the end, as there were no moment before. These rascals mean business, your business means rascals.
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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