the overarching eyebrows of Alluria Scandelle rose to fever pitch while
latest news arrived with witty parts cut out. there was something fixed
in the idea, like a beau ideale, actually, tho not so swarthy. experts
from all ways of life poured to beginning. Alluria Scandelle swished her
richness in front of poor Kate Cottenwood, downcast ingenue of lack of
farming interest. meanwhile, Rex Rushjob topped out at the sentence made
by a cactus. winds of tumbleweeds twisted thru town as Rex bethought
himself. and the ranch fire, later, and water rights, yet oil would fuel
the country and its needs. why hasn't this been documented? the
president himself whistles in the dark. the old tubes of former
televisions fade into past and future deeds. well, something like that,
that story's still searching box office.
