Amongst the most succulent of storm systems, Planet Earth Division, hurricanes prove the most succulent. They tend to bring utmost wetness to mind, like you took a bad turn with the mighty deities of our realm. Hurricanes bring a savour of the sea long before they have reached your locale. This boding brings the net effect of uncertainty to the parlours of the just. Of course strong winds also typify the ministrations of these minions of nature's mayhem. In human colloquy, hurricanes cannot legally be described by fewer than five adjectives, and those adjectives must be strong and kinetic buzzwords of apocalyptic zing. Oddly, tho much smaller, tornadoes demand no less than eight adjectival descriptors just to get the point across that the deities that join us in and to the world offer mercy most awful sometimes, at their disgression. Hurricanes exist thru admixtures of hot and cold, plus bold applications of nature's unmappable intent and Republican transgressionary fulfillment. The Latin root of 'gress', by the way, means step or move. This suggests the cold unpredictability of life in longitude and latitude but don't let that keep you from having a nice day. The comforts of philosophy are many so, you know, hang in there and all.
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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