Wednesday, August 20, 2008
justwrite 20 august
despite the height of this bowl and the depth of control required to conspire against gravity in the maintenance of its lofty position i cannot listen to you pouring prattling boring yarns into charming twists blistering the whole pile in a smarmy smiling beguiling childlike way blase to say the most of the least likely spike in execution of solutions carried out and married to doubts as long as they all shall live they all shall give their two weeks' notice two too many weeks early in curling pearls of swine plucked from the wine before it hatched before the catcher matches the pitch with a hard-hitting start-again roundabout with loaded bases and distant chases into a stewy meadow dewing as they do on such occasions with slick emblazoned buses fussing their tender wheels steeply uphill spilling over endless rovers and rose red beds with snowy white sheets discreet and completely unhinged from their hems and stitched up with lemons too soon to tell or to shell out those circle games though their twisted fame should be enough to translate into capital with the election pull filling the pool with buzz and nudging the budget up and over one and a half which is laughable in a climate full of high-stake salads and a crash sandwich course in realism when pointtillyoudropism turns out to be ineffective and the trend toward being neglective drops right off and gets left behind
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