In the frosty climes where frore winds blow and cappuccinos seem as rarefied as human slime, the polar bear proceeds. Not upwards, like progress, your special, but into the colloquy of straitened means. Up the fullest down. The union representing polar bears contains rash exploitation, just so fastened, as you know. Niche becomes clammy and the air moist, like how all wet mentions you in dissatisfying waves. The idea of the world couldn't last: too much cooperation required. Safety nets remain for the pious sticking to the mouth of. Polar bear, that bogus container of script, looks heap plied by death don't have no mercy. You need not sing along. A master class forms righteous view, inklings just fluctuate in patterned response. Polar bear don't bother to exist but you must in overtime. You define, in the field of time. Grow larger in now time now. The present remains, to escape the future. A neighborly moan says more.
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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