justwrite 18 july delayo

not too high above the pre-quiet hours a towere three stories and no one's waiting all the talk and little action but tell me and i'll tell you of the dancing in dirt and the work of keeping children clean there's a yellow submarine subpop tshirt but working to keep the processing slow means that's a no-go although independent radio with a dj that's okay although no nay to pandora that's deplorable much like smoking let me mention and the tension of honesty has a tendency to tighten but no frightening noises in the night for the brother sister team dreaming of bedtime and when the white line turns green as is somewhat foreseen we thank the attendant for releasing the bananas and handling the journey to contemporary photography the erasure and the birds and the crossstitch and the sims and while whims designed the bean the silver cloud and allowed the bridge to twitch solar there's an easy segue to a harry potter crew true enough to bluff the congress hotel strike and like it or not there's shop and hop off the train running out of esteam choo chew a pressed sandwich in cafecito while a self-presented-as-neato stranger accosts while sense is subtracted though plantains pb guava jelly go jolly with margherita and ghiradelli mocha speaking of breakfast continental a fundamental corner but no major transformer some delay but hey and they made the music crafty like toasted ravioli unholy port-o-potties and one more stage paging deeper into the program and pulling out some rain staining nothing but time and short time at that like the national cat and climbing up a tree lindstrom free there are pains of being pure at heart but departing from one song and returning to the same one is less fun than lego earrings steering closer to people watching than latching onto sound around the bend from a blackhawk convention not to mention the downstairs unaware of others and the traveling away from mothers that results in such noise or the snores reappearing now to couch the idea of sleep under a deeper cushion pretending tattoos of puffins and sweet potato coconut curry earrings steering off into self-scoffing and the certainty of turning left onto the right street