"Can you say "effervescent," boys and girls?"

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Chaos kissing theory back, wind chimes sacking spells that loosen them, an apiary showing in binoculars

This photograph of him revealed what might have been a sketch. Investment precludes favor out of some kind of remorse. Figurative speech requires rewording that embraces the millenium. Enfranchising immerses itself in earthworms past. Can you say "effervescent," boys and girls? Today's running game embraces vitriol. Quit smoking in years past. Try this boring gum. Respond to unexpected cravings. With a stronger craving someone documents when feeling disobedient and pleasure follows.

Opposition, pouring rain, what is missed in every photograph

Something in brackets to have emphasized





"Showoff" stings because she meant (she said) I could do something plain and see-through with a not-so-secret depth

It's never a gray day now with pink pills. Does the word else speak to you? What does it say? She tips her head forward with sleep perfected over time. Rotates every 7500 miles. I write down what she does not say. This day accentuates the prior days. My tea repeatedly gets cold. Weather transposes aftermaths. Keeping appearances whole as plate glass used to be. A goldfish randomly appearing near the notary. Use of the word succor started to offend me. I need a long mood to consider being young. Time's up, boomed a knowing voice I did not recognize. Sunlight trembled on the pond.

Sufficient ink to offer explanation after explanation

Trust in eyes to read and hear each line





What is it to decide there's nothing stained or without stain, decisions limp as oil left in a cave

I'm on the map. I promise, if you look you'll find the big dark dot and that is me (in the vernacular) right where you thought more than one was. Right here symbolically inside the dot of me and thee and hundreds thousands more with faith and feeling. Here I am. Go look where I say. It will be morning in a little while, and you will have naively thought I was a figment or a fragment or too loose to have been lifted from the path, the county seat, the distance after which I would materialize. With just a stroke of viewpoint. Not the line of slavery suds you manufacture. Not the questioning or incantation or remorse. Just will and justice with a little bounce thrown in to fend off the unduly optimistic seek-and-find even in wilderness.

Senators and representatives according to the numbers, the need to fraternize with patron saints

In and out of an imperative alignment, knowing what you want while having the ability to distinguish clearly