Allons enfants de la café: the town readies. Cite mayhem of Tuesday's needed verbs qua nouns, that the deed and saying might succeed. Coffee invents a bright point, evolutionary nova amidst trinkets of word. Say you can do it, words have collided bountifully before. The trammels of yesterday no longer worry. Clouds provide adjectives in the insistence of speech. A few letters meant to mean, and from where would you think they come? Two sunlit names sound certain: Coffea arabica and C. canephora, evergreen and affirming. The lattice of ideas needs a basis, a strong community consistent with kindest enhancement. Be children of the greening sun. You think you think when you just have. Nothing is over till the coffee is cold. You have time slowed to the pace of thinking. Clangour recedes as the accepted promulgation asserts task and duty. Flow thru generously, we endeavour together.
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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