when we become statues, we think of the sardonic wind (note: me serious
song parody), the varied deep of cold (note: written for the consumer),
and all the measures by which something goes into dust (note: being
pulled into the star).
our statues thrive as worse than forgotten (note: risk arrest at the
hospital).
our particulars include LEAVING CITIZENSHIP BEHIND (note: some random
bits scribbled), leaving English learners, leaving Lee Ann Womack at
Wal-Mart, leaving behind their brightest, leaving behind emergency
numbers, leaving behind the Wealth of Life, quickly leaving pacifism
behind threats?
I ask this question because there really wasn't much.
resources include tested marketing ideas, international events.
inside that mound of snow, Exactly Someone, who is busy with death.
great story filled with seasons, yet again. Exactly Someone as one who
could be populated, someday, just like any abbreviation.
we've seen a uselessness of degrees.
Tibet holds annual session of people, holds Anti-Cult, holds third
secret protection, holds beauty pageant for tourist, holds Poetry
Session, holds Japanese Children's Art, holds a horse, holds a special
place in the 32.
tidal China noticed.
the mountain slid facets of light into the trouble of future. this
couldn't be hid.
finally, inane behaviour: jabbering wastelands give Turbine Flare.
