I wanted one ton exactly in these colours. the rain of settled charged
could then step in as a war on proverbs. war itself is a proverb, and
dogs die. my dog, a rich cream of wonder, settles down. we rain. violets
stick in the lawn, when they can have time. reasons secure residence,
then honour, then a blank check. we couldn't respond fast enough. trials
were launched into ozone layers, and regarded as certain. populations
fell from tall mountains, the ones of legend. we sank into an
explanation but luckily got away. now what were you saying as the sun
went down?
this instant satisfied a pulled off sitting 'neath a bodhi tree. it
stopped in strident colours. Star Trek went on. we dreamed. those
weren't easy reasons to let go, so we just stared at the box. someone
would open it.
then these beasts shrank from the sun, then missiles and lariats, then
what. what, after all, contains the seed of another sentence.
