justwrite 23 december

and who shall stand it when he planned it without anyone looking with no pancakes cooking their own backsides golden and smoldering like kohly eyes surprised by the trend of centuries to pass and the class to fail its own reward when the scored lines are missing an alto and as high as that is low there are growing beats off from the rests and the best of times with the worst of lines on their way to follow the arrows the public broadcasting dash through hundreds of yards and yellow brick cards darting their skirts and searching for an engine to carry that wait and see attitude up the hill and you think you can peaches but really you jar them which is surprising and shakes you off your ticktock rocker which is really something you should be grateful for like a great reward you started toward without a backward glance in the mirror lines of marker stark in contrast to the blank which is where your tank gets refilled freewilled and wonderful like who even cares about that hair and if the static gets you going then bend your knees and jump like a lump on a log and you know how high those kites can fly just try and fry eggs in that corner because browns like that don't hash themselves