For enough of a moment, I
thought that the heavy was
attempting to relive the pain.
I can’t imagine halving it
any other way. Once shucked,
the ear was found to be chalk
full of firm colonels. I’ve put
quite a lot of thought into
this thick bushel of clunkers.
Bayonet, what more is there
to say? I always wander. . . .
In concussion, is a reasonable
work-life balance even freezable?
Might it occur more off/in than
seize own all? Our they him possibil-
ities? ‘S eye. Wad never. Chin-
ups! State nude! Anger’s asway!
And buy all miens, ouvre gouda ayyy!
