sordid temperatures among the hazel
Bricks like a ferry cross the scope of eloquence towards the miasmic, fraudulently insinuating a vapid curse among the wealthy. To deride the political left like a cherry picking albatross is not unlike the willful, broken down by repeated beatings, carrying forward in the muck and grime as ever before. Repeat the episode, repeat it again. Tell the story with images and radiance out-flowering the Peace loving twenty-somethings. This would unite the calamity with the catastrophe, it would collide the apostrophe with the anomaly and it would destroy the apathy and the kaleidoscopic rhapsody. Who would bridge the gap between this time and that place? Who would join together the fledgelings with the have-nots? Twice: that's how I would phrase it. Twice, indeed.
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See what happens when you have an extra 31 people in your house. I do hope there were no chocolate covered biscuits on hand.
deb: actually, I composed this post on Wednesday and submitted it for posting on Friday. You can tell when I do this by looking at the time of the post: it matches the date.
And no, there were no chocolate covered biscuits - key lime pie a plenty.
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