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45 Banning the Revolutions, or: Enabling Act The study of a complete orbit takes patience and time (to do it), thereby we become smaller. Try to imagine all the axes while we're all moving. It makes God that much more broader and thinner; She tangents, chords and curves (to do it) a ball— on whom will Anibal dumps seeds now?—If faith can be measured thus (to do it, to do it), all features great and small. In gif form, only do events repeat, Vines you can pause. Hard gee, by the way (to do it). Wise and wonderful don't exclusive fit. Democracy is not a goal, a fight, a right or guarantee (to do it right). 5 March, 20

37 Crisis Overted (One) Be troubled, care arrives as afforded. Have a heart, have marrow and make your blood. Oxygen is a trade freely sorted. How centered you did come to mix us though, urbanization does not guarantee a spark to save us from writhing in mud; (Shame, you've left us up to our necks in it.) Hillary or changes, say words: “fuss, go”. Caught between a stone and a rock. Un-tee a ball, to swing is a must and spin it. A boom results from motility, vague- ly; all the progress thenceforth as a fake. Our generation deserves more than just the remnants of the culture war. 8 January, 2015 38 Two (Nigger in the

Securing flesh, the meaning thereof, the courage, the intertextuality, reanimates, reaffirms. Concerning each tissue, Sun Tzu attests your earning ability, the loss of blood is that measurement. Measuring to fit a hat is patience, grace and refinement. Le sang n’arrête pas. Reclaiming as captured long enough to make blue or red. The factions aggress: address with a rocket. Actions, gratitude—and if I had a cannon— love, peace—I would fire it. In the canon, eagles wings are gifted to those fainted, surrendered flesh: gifts from those we’ve sainted

O, sing to God your hymns of gladness, ta- xes. (I have list my fiancé, the poor— ye loving hearts, your tribute pay—baby!) open a womb as you would a blog post using all capitals call: first! Labi- a given the same properties as lac- quer. Sarcasm in innocence turns post- ulate; turn sincerity into boast; evangelism is the modern cuss, spread News as you would branches from a myr- tle. A promise: o, word of God for us incarnate! 'Til each Pharisee is mossed over. (O, word of God for us incar- nate!) Eating berry preserves from the jar.

Doctor and saint rolling a double cor- ona. Core an apple like an oni, corps: on appelle à son esprit, d’accord? Live your sincerity as a duty, experience or secret. Irony often unblocks a spot where grace should be. Send money: how about tens and twenties? Ste- phen cuts your mic to signal equality: a nasty French way to do business. Be- come, do not hold realty, much enlightenment is to escape testy memory. Why should I be put through such agony? Nations mustered, they believe, never lost; would you ever if I leave?

Whatever your concern for safety, it's evident: brown people in pain brings un- abashèd delight to those empowered, like in the days of Herod. If it fits, liken Mary's burden to a dire Ji- had. ”Hallelujah, Gloria!” sings an angel and the Host, their voices towered vertically. I was standing. You were ere worlds collide, but some of us don't know why. O, rockin' around the Christmas tree, in mistletoe a dance cannot endure; now what Egyptian would call you to go, ginnosed ideas entertained before securing a right hand digit or four.

(Given that rollerskates are not divine Earned, each pair through a transaction or by Trade, cash for all the sporting goods. In 'Eaven there is no carbon paper, and Michael can wright a menial errand. A powdered nose can make anyone fine. Thinking so is as good as knowing it. Gaining a bust ain’t work in how nor why; I don’t care if you think it’s a lie; fit Melchior lavishly, and then you’ll have Beauregard Jackson Pickett Burnside pin Elijah to a seat; Ito will laugh. Liken yourself to, find a peer, be a Saint Catherine of Alexandria.)

Objectively, morality ought to work as cause and effect, if you’re a child, if you’re a slow child. Is Justice not two placations purposed to prevent the wild? The linear, the Western fallacy, the simple: Laufet, Brüder, eure Bahn; make an escape to Pensacola. See the Law accessorized to a ribbon. Innocent merriment directly sourced, misery added to distance equals distinctions miserly; single tracks coursed and fated, thus Job’s means end up like walls. Don’t blame economic crises on Faith. Don’t blame economic crises on faith.

Liz Taylor says that you're a flop, a real- ization of transgression in deni- al. (Wouldn't you find ways to hit on George Segal?) Vulgar phallic ref'rence goes here. To Martha Graham, to Twyla are to forge an object, an affectation, a lie, if kept inside. Attempts to add a cu- bit, fleshly: a wig, a breast. But a reel to come a little closer frame by frame is to intrude. With sobbing and a cue. Miracles, first, require a sow's ear or worse, to cheapen allows magic's claim. Reverse sky diving must be a terror to patch a sore, to correct an error.

The Wheeler boy, the Wheeler boy (we get it: he's a boy in your house, but) really? As teens jaunt all from regret to regret, if you're thinking of me like I'm thinking of you, we'll hurtle towards the same faux-pas the ego is where we are concili- atory to others' ids with no pause to heed alarms, what's an organ's sound but corrupted sine waves, loud and steady, to keep your pitch aligned; yes, the hymn, y tu? The superego's rein inspires drinking, take admonishments and make them round: gut- ting linear maturity, (who needs some more of that?) as Lisa Says (Lou Reed's).