Simple Theories

A practice of being on message, which stacks chairs one upon another. In the matter of shoes, always wear the bright idea. In reference to the electorate, allow for feelings of floating thru a brick wall to see the cliff face of tomorrow. To emphasize the period of inequity, raise all hands with thumbs. As the applause dies into nothingness, repeated a verb coloured by adverb, rejecting past senses of any sense. The new tomorrow marks a band round the world, which can then be built mountain high with singular aplomb. Dual aplomb comes next, as the candidates refer to the moment. There will be parties and strong voices ringing with bunting. There will be a door, with an exit sign. Yesterday cannot come too soon. Place cheese in the trap as your bed veers sideways into the ongoing collection. Raise again your thirsting thumb.

Embedded distance called political traction. Can you, my child? Waves of once were off. The test of saying the element again supports a whole class of viable candidates. But the candidates conform to the slow burning picture. And the child resumes in all awkwardness. The criminal class subjects words. Period. And the political class has none. Class is a dis- tinguishing fail of floating. We would be marvel centuries, real as rust and dynamite, but crowded sentences. We could be plain. The cycle of rejection specified in building-oneself spurs radial tires. Children, let you really’ dream the child.

I’m sorry , said the tree, the leafy fineness growing pale, I’m sorry to the sky . We like to hide the poetry with words like that. The bumble bee slows to no work at all, Days thin and break into dark wandering, like you know. We have behaved as mysteriously as a piper on the edge of document. You can hear the dusk. We all would like to shake your hand, lift you up from your tumble, and address you in the legionary love. We are all stronger, after all, in the nature of text. The tree is right, righting the congestion by slow turns. A year lasts and lasts, then doesn’t last at all, which addresses the same simplicity as ever. You are a child, and so are we. The panic in your motions just shows the avenues we all have seen. We will pipe the gloaming free, trying in the love in time. If there’s a blue sky telling, let us see and say it together.

The little bullet is not so big deal. These days of medical and you mean well. The shot of conservative rebuke if you are liberal in the sense of name, stage of you didn’t stick fences in the river but then. Period is a question of where to stop. Every emotion is a green tangle, tell you I hand you hand. The time that it takes, the hand holding hand. I love the Beth that is the Beth in my life. I told the worlds, and they went on to mean.

The green tense of summer whale rising smoothed for seconds dipped. The regular call of inferential chlorophyll drew moonscapes of coloured leaves. We are reigning as then that Jerry Garcia song, and the minutes it lived for us. Phantast, you think weird glitches and synedoche. How have you lit candles, brazen as they seem in wet fire times. You are the portent when the word awakes. You sang over oceans and the regaining sound of fog in morning. Jerry lives in strips of time. I was the first thought of Star Trek, standing on the new fake planet, trying on terminology. Life came quickly.

We are the next page in the book that makes the next page possible. Is Obama engaged? Light words when you are dark. We are the page beginning with this is next. The drummer said so. The piece was partly. No one rises above the norm any more, the norm is all the reason.

10/4/2012 He died of a stroke in a warden closing loss to voice. Then nature filled. We tell in Obama language, then try again in Romney. This is the hay, a coarse refund because the need is day. The boy of seven clutching his own and then, it is a night of army following. And the debating habit cuffs the born dream. We rent the taste for victory, as a class action sweat. It means the closing spell wrote many days. You were left without the banjo. We had the seven year old. It was a time of time.