Saturday, August 10, 2019

Red Illumination.









Some floor (can't remember which one specifically) 
is scheduled for saving, even with myriad rumours 
indicating otherwise. It's a call that a person with 
whom I'm familiar is unprepared to make, at least 
not without a slight adjustment of impulse control 
on 'his' part. We may use native advantages in our 
style of thinking, or else it comes out with a ring 
or a bowl-type structure just barely escaping our 
National Atmosphere. Natural living, you say? 
That'll be the day or we're ruined with a rim 
instead of a tunnel. Looks like cramps all around. 
An actual flavour we can't place. Dull throbbing 
is now a thing of the past. The Fertner kids gave it 
their all, but, was it enough? The Day Farm Redeemer, 
except with a red illumination this time.






Payment is received on the fourth Wednesday 
of every third decade. You will decide if there's 
a handling as to thrush in an intolerance of stage 
seven Pain Bust. The person of your former 
chauffeur will be seen to enact a withered 
proxy-by-dental-protein banishment incision. 
But it always moves this way, or so we've been 
told, but not before our style of pile-sleeping 
has garnered the attention of an authority 
beyond telling. And the creep we thought you 
were varies by income, hair colour and postural 
alignment. Why does it have to be this way, 
of all ways? Always, that's why.  





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