R/ckets and S/ntries

lauchpad, which directs that time doesn't stand for us. the crash of something puts across many theories, fuzzy till repeating. the launch is poured for time, to instruct as you enter the age of age. but the exit means a little Rama, a little what of that, a little roam when you are near forgiving. tired language comes to the point of saying when a poem makes your friend. friends are uneasy in this instant what to say. is death only forgiving the time it took us? it could be the launch itself, after word and words along. and launching is just the freer radiant for more than power means. we aren't as love as we could try, all the way to say. love dad a lot for going, mother led the way. no secret is involved.