Obviously I come crunching from particular sensitive sky. From the Time When Aged, stood I, more height than average, convex. Sunlight as a tool, and guided. Close to the wind, able saturate, long time words. As monsters plenitude speak I up. The rage of darkness and aghast, invention of future London. Who can tool the most, selecting monsters daily as rife, me that is. Chilled maximum while crow hoka hey the sky. I am better crow, better fox, furthermost shrug. Imagine the surrounding singing, the completed din, the people as printed. Swam a fardel, from passive aggressive flew like a voice past mute sayings. Singing whoa, hoka hey, extra exclamation points pointing to upward. In transit warding for pride and prospect, the needed always. Thunder sword, heap big, and provocative. And my list now entails your small sentence muddy paw. I will, tho, Beowulf. Crying out loud Beowulf.
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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