Tuesday, June 01, 2004
just after the shift colour spread across nomadic sky. results controlled the news version, oodles of inference framed in the tagged language. now it's 'our' turn, overt distance meaning little against our eagle simpleness. church wars have a flavour, made of tufts. political wars taste neccessary, reaching outside claims to the pop of something very close. dulcet oligarchy revives the wetness we feel when, dazed, the news comes in. bursting with cheers.
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