arguing the delicious point of time and space

inveigling, sadly, down the stairs, yo ho. it’s all one. i’m sorry, did you say something? what’s to be done? are the cornflowers real? or do they have a square or garish moonstake? interposing the diamond gear around the halo (hat, belt, burten, cloak and sandals), fetch that gladsome help.

or don’t. yousee. don’tyousee. clipped wings and waterbellowing: keep us earthbound and walloping.

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