Tuesday, December 23, 2003

review it, review it glowingly 

simple pros drape dialogue on their work. they've established the kinetic connection, switching formative years in inner peace and sending on the moving pity. wired for sound yet straining to clamp, they've got attack minded thoughts quickly adjusting to making the scene. the scene is crusty for years, as are we all. treasures resume the spirited chase after us, while we underline our names and move on. on and on, in fact, declaring a visible separation from the others, sportive varieties. such space includes our knowing that no such space exists. the aliens trumpet on, with the bringer of jollity taking in choice details, in case such arise. it's tough to remain driven. who will read their underwear?

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