Perhaps, as it were, a sort of cosmic dissipation, the cosmos vomit into empty space, and that, the dog returns to its vomit, the center cannot hold, the dogs and the cats, and sort of the infernal thing taken back into itself.
I had a strange, blessed blissful day.
"thy thoughts, towards, cannot be quite catagorized"
Indeed thy thoughts, the issue of my mouth.
Praises I sing, women I fight in the ring, Titan Mexican.
One hysterical vomit of indecency, malaise, onto the pavings, and so forth.
Melvin Vernon Presnell holds the torch, carries the standard of decency, athleticism, energetic actions towards that Horatio Alger handpurse full of what the universe tabulates as "earnings", one man holding the torch, making the case:
Melvin Vernon Presnell.
....I watched the sun vibrate higher and higher...... from the between the tree trunks, to higher into the tendril witch-finger limbs.... the heat from cigar smoke exhalation daubing and defrosting the windshield slowly...
Gonna call Georgia for some votes, again, OJ?
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