justwrite 29 august

a chain of links over the brink and through the brook looks like way too much to ask for the task force was trying to tell me but i thought they'd sell me short given the chance and the lance pierced the armor the storming troops in cahoots with the blooper reel steals the show again and i am amazed at how much the packing smacks of explosivity a madeup word for the absurd ability of items to multiply exponentially when given a sideview or nosee escape route to do so when i turn around the ground is rising so it's a good thing we're in the valley to start with i am on a hill and i have no shirt too green for the mistakes we've made i have played the game regularly the rules have all been collared and there are no rings built to hold this circus this red river running rampant across the moss-covered rock face the chase goes on and comes back for more the store buys back the record time and escapes without the fine the officers had imagined the tragedy had been badgered back to invisibility the chill we see a thrill apiece and the keyboard melts in my fingers i am yearning for pencil burning for a fire the smoke in the late summer air pretending into autumn we are adopting a tentative pleasure with the cool air but we are skeptical of the outcome and how it will come out