R/ckets and S/ntries

they fade in, with ludicrous as a foundation implement, the sorry laxity of general way. they scare and drew and now nation is a fact of some compunction. there is every Idi Amin of well-sponsored death, you'd get the facts. you'd circle another name, going to the party. I'd shift and stay in the circle. the nation stops with a total, and the aliens think feast is human. we reach conditions of frank attention, but a drunk is getting noisy. there is poise in the generation here, the begat of different but also road. road of somewhere, and cool trees. ready for the shower that the clouds say comes. to date nothing but national, an animal.