Simple Theories

  a quasi-re volution airy situ ation there the site of nothing mordant but listing from side to sigh

“(A point in space is a place for an argument.)”  the world endeavours to remain hazy  each word in space loads up  tentacles are the giveaway  accepting the bubble of bubble  that way lies the temple of town  town is the temple of town. that way lies the temple of town  town is the temple of town.

  the dis aster is pretty daily  a sentence is a spot this happens things happen marshal to the sun new leaves on old trees old leaves on new  “justice is use ful when money is useless?” golden things seem over ly verbal  nothing else can contain this matter

  from age sur la table  the words we cannot say the words as anyone who has flown out of a cloud knows  if you don’t know the answer some may call you a goose  the bodies of the sensible whirled in definite dyad couples this and that word to that effect

  Your kids fly away on drone. It is today. Cthulhu looks tired. It is today. The drone you hear: your kids. Your kids are the time when you had to, responsible. The drone is Cthulhu, about time. Today is tired, like Cthulhu. You like Cthulhu, today is like Cthulhu. The time when your kids do you have kids of course this is time and time again. The drone lifts Cthulhu, not so well-proportioned. The kids you do not have flyaway on drone. The drone is Cthulhu’s nameless cousin. The no kids that you have pleases Cthulhu and Cthulhu’s nameless, latest cousin. You like nameless, you like cousin, you like drone. The drone is a keepsake for 2021, the year and ending. You will have a to-do list. You will have Cthulhu. You will have drone. You will have kids or no kids. It is today again. In your hurry, it is today again. Anyway, here is the story so far today.

  flight the long quick same words walls mock em phasis together watch together in the season green seas blur red skies enough the sun be comes a re turn to gether

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