A sinking feeling. Earnst proposals, all together now, make a fact factory. Repeat after me Occasional, or Not occasional. The darkness falls. A potato is in the mouth.
All manifestation takes a powder.
Look, cry lost children no longer lost, We got lost. Such celebration So many potatos Such reunions and feastings All, of course, under totally false premises. Whatever floral displays were considered Drift into a dust that came from those same skies. Though of course the speed was a different speed. Though of course No one had considered it like speed, charted as it was against a vertical direction that had no opposite.