The blue part of green sorts fine particles from life, suns, seasons, songs. Yellow excruciates, which is old as hat. The old hat typically fields black, brown, or grey, the basis of eyes. Few listen, meaning becomes crowded. Green makes sound of vitality outspend practice. Economy proves justice machine-made pronto. You may have feelings, moody singularities. You'll notice adjustments to make. What we keep in the green light tomorrow will bear sanctions and bitter tribunals. In the wake of everlasting disappointment a religion of brown errors occludes the determination of weeds. Belief is that simple and crowning. Letters poise for perfect words while Analgesic pathways line with numbness. The transaction that occurs harbors frets yet sunlight falls to the green still leaf. Certain words make uncertain ones.
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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