live purposes pave the way: the wind
is in fingers;
why are the
meanings held,
oh maybe a
little just a little bit too tight?
hell, a loss
is in the garage the ready burning the already burning
all random generators
run on wateredown powder
granted, spies lurk in fields too lightened up to
notice
energy claims
the one ooops laughed and dropped kinda,
& then
heavy or
lacking (on a day like this
into the mud
field play hammered or icky sleep tech reeves
labor has
that rolling slap or back finned fine foe garb
oxen aren’t
free
they cope to
write one way then change haberdash
o my
wonders; here there are wackos calling
wackos
whether set
or impossibility has the pen, a
knowledge drain
gears leap all
crowned
the none
system hangs those
to lock
eagerly, to the slave house a klieg light in air
decoy, to seize on where we may are is to go some
over but still?
malice
typified as the x the typing undermethodly
dove until
the new sound was eloquence submerged in jell
even
then, the countermanded mandate
sez, walk total or
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