Simple Theories

with windows of clean power, gruff brown bark on the sedentary trees, a vocal majority without words (not real ones), with sentence structure amassed in piles by lawns of water or dirt, the central pictures of an anxious squirrel with prime sense of mortgage, and the clear meaning of green leaves at their timetable—the sky is blue like under advisement!—meanwhile, an unarmed teen, massive rally (amazing people), the words under the words aren’t really words, not words like that...

The airplane will be moved from the river at a later date

It might be the same electric or a new plan. A town of nations cooling before the sun. So risen green calls of how trees thru most of the year, without so many words or real fingers. So many words accept a pond and the slow decay. The townspeople feel like towns out of mind. Little waste remains, only the factual noises expressed as sentiment. The way we read our books. Bluest into autumn, which realizes the expression of sky for the little town. Doted in the future is when we were young. You can’t expect real politics, not in this time allotted. The town of nations relays the guilt, which is a satisfaction thru days and doors. The dour folk get angry like people, like only people, lowland and the sight of a bridge.

among the rich, whole human function, the vetting of rascal nature. Colander train the imagination, arriving port blank. Exit hole and the relief of naming. We are timed throwbacks, caused in effect. Liberal use of conservative was. Back to nature. Nature by product under pretense of we had words. You need fewer people. People need fewer. Alight.

the past particle in the ring of ever the world knowing time spent in a sky waiting knowing trees at the pace of raindrops wind finding the easy elope with sky portion event saturated with word product sunset in a pass knowing alert along a trade rout dawn after down

Wards and junior minutes, in a place of expanse and nightly. Watch the radiant as it tells. The sky, of course, and all the natural nature combusting loom with creature if not comfort. And still great clouds of wonder, thank and be. Theoretical delight or possible planet of gaining just an idea takes light. Evening shrinks and lets us know. We are together together.

Solving equilibrium with a closed fist or sudden panic in the middle of a sentence. Sentence structure requires verbs and point of view. You make trees, then pass them over the landscape. Your clouds are all clouds. You thought you knew anger but then anger knew you. You have a hard time in the easy time, and it’s the patch where we live (comma) together. You vote for towns called all any what. You can aim your perception. The wash of future seems sweetened with this little. It is time to tell. You are once rocket twice explain. You could be president of telltale, tho oily and asking. It’s alright to ask if you try. You started with words which makes you us. Stop wiggling. Sentence structure could be your friend if you looked underneath that veritable rock. A rock is an idea ready for township. You don’t want to be Donald Trump, you just have a case.