Like the sun, one of the hottest presences in the what world of gleaming chips, Mercury pleads a fair case for rocks in space. Planets all dent mercurial perception and idle thoughts. Soothe yourself amidst landing spot in night squared. Mercury coalesces into too hot margin report and Money ventures down the drain. That rock reports uselessness in the Halls of Sun despite eager darkness as target and Dow Jones gravity as sentiment. Cramped island of nowhere to spend money, no spice islands allocated for the visionary vacuum, but whisper invents resolve. A mode of vaguely seen trips ideas of how fermenting aims go gusto with froth. Captain Burnedup wants to land a crate on this almost proven there while naive Mercurians insist on defeating the Sun for freehold. You already read that prospectus and your imagination now has fire. Perhaps the any cost will prove the salve for the wide scape in focus. Noble rock awaits your participation.
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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