Officer could, in the failure of light—inner rustle. Alphabet learned from some aimless rock. It seems to fulfill elliptical in its path, but only guesses surmount. We looked over the horizon, beyond the most eyeball, and thought so, truly. And monumental extending of the work placed just so, tagged forever. It could not hold a name but was larger than smaller, possibly the extent of possible. We began to see the length of alphabet, thinking how we collect together. Language amounts to ratiocination. Can almost talk or place that alphabet to good use and reflection of sound noise thru spacious earnest citadels and town borders, closed wayfarers and sinking feeling. Thinking about unhappiness all the time, just for the pleasure in crude maximums and minimums, and coupled to a boundlessness that ekes forever in the smallest kindness. Age makes a spur, and settles all until. Forget you bombast, the least of the beat formally continues.
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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