Simple Theories

The current Administration, clouded and venal, offers nothing to the compassionate world. Reject the stance of dramatic anger at the world's vigorous rush. We are not children on this speck of dust, we are words of leaning in the light. We need no tokens and television control. We need only say yes to the words of her mouth, they are the same ones seen in the dark of our dying. We can taste a caring that doesn't make the singular mistake. That party of affliction is no longer that party, just bounds of hurt from the weight of anything. Anything is not a distance but changing flight to only delight. Only the one of world is won. We are the same turtles, stones, flies, and attention as ever.

World changes as  Darkening, a litter Of clouds Or clods. You can thank The new clear, a Bass bonding after All.  The dog Remains an angel Of any sentence  Clause. Benefice Depends on A populated human Thought. Like us,  Together, after the fog. Smooth grey.

System simple plied varying level good times. Eagle makes finely tangent at time. Thank you for time. When time becomes a person, person time is almost somewhere. Somewhere is a dog across many frog lengths of field. A frog jumps many systems seasons. Many as a ray of light if light has rays and not just meaningful doubt. A president in the frazzled wood, no word but just mid flopping. Meaning makes a town, a word or two, a frog or two. Two is a number beyond the road.

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.