R/ckets and S/ntries

I am the end of Arnold Schwarzenegger, with a mountain in between most words but then daily a river deciphers the fresh gesture and something can become done. done is a challenge, like death, but more purple or you see a trend. loss is a pressure that resides in stupid movies, jolly you can make. the Arnold is a built muscle scoff. the image is cordoned and trade sequence has been tolled. memory acts off the last, and still we fight. fight is nothing now. red loses us, it stumbles us, it bathes us. we are strict sometimes. the aliens merely comment.