Abfactual Reflections.

 

The shape defines its owner by the color of the day it reaches fruition. The sound is one of serious caution, although one may love definitions beyond any strategy of pulling in tandem. We live beside a halted landslide of immeasurable promise. Personally, I keep a leavened derpictionary at the ready to aid in the observance of predicate disorders of the ontic flesh. She, who rescues any who sink beyond our willingness to negotiate a pageant of soundless yelling, will enable the transmission of our customs into a newly conquered borderland. There, the ones who flip inside a ring have limited recourse to the power of song over love. Any face which greets the rising gun with a toothsome promise of fidelity to a dreamed up calculation, is shown to be the one for which all late arrivees offer a word of balsamic cheer.

You can tell that we never made an effort to treat the demands of faded characters with the seriousness indicated by our expected farewell address. All attendees who evince a sound quality which encourages an internal spinning sensation are set to receive a reward in the name of a deceased caller to our show. This will be one of the few times they are allowed entry into a camp that bears the name of an anonymous settler.

Clothing is inspected and a person who lives in a room may be delayed while rumors are circulated in name only. Where might we grieve when all who plow are given a gentle tap into a wider lesson? The fate of charity balloons is no mystery if lanterns serve just as well to ache the day. As it is wide, so does it glow. And now, with a chipper meal afoot, all of our basic parameters are fixed to a negative charge as our well is groomed for future cases. Inside of each case we place the tonal result prior to the ingestion of any plan. When asked about our signal, his only response was to  point his staff at our half-finished enclosure and aver that his own wagon was well and truly cooked. And yes, this surprised no one at all.

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