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.
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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