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.
