Simple Theories

Passes away because language. The mom, mother, there, not. The original is thin and transparent. The mom, mother, there, not, soon or only, in moments. Reflection is language. Language is deer. Deer go passionately, into wooded conceal and forget. Death is mother father. Time is go. Rain on a moment, moist, present, then mushroom. The onliest course. Rain mushroom. A poem becomes a mom dad when oh Words, Words, the precinct and tradition. The moms and dads that are many moms dads, peering boundary and over all. A poem is a place in a city that makes a town that becomes a family that stays tightly Unsaid. Such canvas of opportunity, for the children, and the willing drift. Lease to pour and and pore the Poem, at your exact time.

Fine English blood lines the cube. Full Germanic envelope, scattered Northish. Germany current exists with various switches and tooting but not when roving bands of dna were examining latent excuses for life in a particle of home clear birth canal. We can all say OH, to emphasize the human involvement with an inexplicable. Start with dynamic. The great racist reasoning procures results. Home work like truck, surety, political abandon. English then, an elaborate protocol prior to draining T S Eliot and filming the natural result. Once drained, he will vinify with the flies. The flies will smell like cheese, cheese like dna. A slow start will announce the end of slow starts, like Eliot said, but the cheese will remain vital and worthy of knowing the featured racist name.An imperfect result of the perfect result will compare.

attered Northish, someone from a place that didn’t exist when names were inventing. Currently Germany exists with various switches and tooting but not when roving bands of dna were examining latent excuses for life in a particle of home clear birth canal. We can all say OH, to emphasize the human involvement with an inexplicable. Start with dynamic. The great racist reasoning procures results. Home work like truck,surety, political abandon. English then, an elaborate protocol prior to draining T S Eliot and filming the natural result. Once drained, he will vinify with the flies. The flies will smell like  cheese, cheese like dna. A slow start will announce the end of slow starts, like Eliot said, but the cheese will remain vital and worthy of knowing the featured racist name.An imperfect result of the perfect result will compare.

You are t. S. Elliot and you like cheese. e E cumming likes cheese but you as t s Eliot spray him with a fire hose. Whole news of towns and cities, the dirge-like prana of telling go words. Remember how good order is, and cheese, and Willing Words. You who Are t s Eliot, a Town known for orderly cheese.

The golden sun covers expanse with the bread of Words. Fierce targets of importance transmit radical ideas, called tower. Yes, tower remains a function of non-tower, the vying plea. The view in each word glows, because the sun is strong. The sun spends the night, and whispers human greatness. Integrity marches toward weirdness, just as dawn opens the way for morning. The sun makes morning by adding birds and brief alders. Quiet makes quiet quake, with ears in the moist trees. Pictures all turn tribal and the one word of today.

the project leads on as property and as maintenance of place. Thorough rules will be needed, including: Strict apertures and excellent, salacious rivers that will prefigure mere innocence. Absolute islands in near mint condition including redolent natives as oceans splash delight. Informed mountains piercing proudly vacuous spaces inciting patience in employed thinkers. The faint aroma of property in the sententious colour of anyone’s eyes. Virid hot flash books remaindered with delight and free parking. Exceptional species of bargain hunting bears using elk as the song of patronage. Careful collision of weathering clouds in the offing of our factories. Frequent flier mileage for the sage, brusque glaciers of intention. Bull moose poppycock as prepared for the tribunal. Rhythmic contractual clauses smelling of ocean spray and peerage. True blue equality in green leaves and their internal spectrum of causal display. Ordinary recusal of the mud-inspired loquacity detected in the ...

They have peanut butter. We have peanut butter. They have creamy peanut butter. We have crunchy perfect peanut butter. They use hydrogenated oils in their peanut butter. We have noble souls. The river between us permeates as obstacle and separatation.  We know what a town is like. They know gimcrack. Wise angels applaud our sandwiches. Terrible demons confirm their poor customer service. The river’s course salutes our destiny The river’s course projects their downfall. On the other side of us is the land of measly jelly.