foot trafficking, watered gestalt

patter n'd after fact, traveled fiction to work, days through morning in air.  next up ground

travel or signal gesturing, east to west, north to south, or the origins of man to which you

subscribe, are prescribed, describe, or just scribe,  perhaps imbibe.

of all the stories told, they are told by your fellows, as just as that is, tho nearer

with that comes nearer time falter, for the selection to be made.  and so our courts are laid

up to a federal, which was supposed to be the land, taken perhaps, or laid down to eventually

be just that, taken again.  in sight as we can see, movement with love is not a hard choice, or

is it. our feds protect us to keep us where? in a land of taxation and security from the

insecurity of living.  are we alive?  in that our brains and our cars work, most of the time,

and that we believe our facts and our morning bacon, just like that, who would argue?

a poorer pig perhaps - slaughtered in the earler morning and packed up in a freight to

the suburbs, where, write send, cold meats for the pleaure of small children, raised not to know

the salt mines that their heart creates, boom.  and one will be a doctor, again, and the other

a lawyer, to justify us once more - just as misses, M sings that song, about the boxes, small

as they are, and ticky tacky, taffy candy, now in 30 flavours.

mad as this sounds, its no madder than a mad cow who's been let off the chop because of his

health, but I digress from farm animals, housed now in a place nobody goes to visit.

and so.

the rest of this morning's programming will be a recitation of the alphabet, for as simple

a structure, it does have a song, as I'm sure you will hum to yourself, and if you weep you

may have a slight disorder, but there is no medication available, well, a simple salt, but

that's it for the likes of like and parrys of love, or other nonsense.

a b c d e f g, h i j k, lmnop, q r s t u v, w x, y & z.  next time.

write quit.