The gods take note, talking to the obligated people. Donald has a scheme requiring endlessness for himself or news of how the flow justifies the flow. We will listen carefully for the tender hay that remains predicated + predicated in the burning fields. The arrangement of gross such miasmic insolence as great people, here, in the condition of greatness, rapt and ready. the goods, the store core carver blue people, blinded carefully to the enrichment plan, strain at sense. Words from minaret, from stelae, from plain boding in the industrial all, make a wave. the flames seem slightly warm like the same death again. The gods wrote that into the contract on dreary stone pedestal. Rejoice the plenary straits!
poems, fireflies...