R/ckets and S/ntries

the best becomes a practice and honestly can't you make a saying out of what death does to children? we're all in Nicaragua now, only the smell is Vietnam and look at the Philippines and the honest labour of guttering. each flame has a whistle too much wind, with sure Marine effort and scratch. a pluvial setback calls the shots. in a moment a rare and disappearing, like the kind of clouds you spend presidencies for. Ralph Nader clears his throat even now. listen for his exit line. he's spelling out a classroom. children are conceptual, after all, as if you could carry anything. license falls on one and all. a broad-based initiative says darkness falls in love with darkness.