specialist

dag nab it! the booger kids hopped the fence! where's the plastic bat? the grass is fresh and manicured...to the field!

a signal eminates from the stone tower, eastward and westward, south and north, over round and pantry dale, by hamlet, brook, and crik. trumpet the clouds! before ye olden reasons stood god, deep and tall. and through the flesh "man" was made and thrown.

spires stood round the mosque, undulating planes of matter, the sand flashing beneath. arise and scan the master of disaster, the duke of green, the plastic sappies and drastic puppies, all heaving breath over enormous slack tongues. decending from the center the octagonal bore-house pierced the center space. picniques and blue-birds called to account every man and woman who had ever lived and cried their names in warbling song. enmashed with courage, an honest directness, a splendid catharsis of truth, defendable to the last, the bottom of existence.

the source of the ray points outward in gratitude, forward in freedom, to show one and all the snarling call of duty: to order yourself to the principle of light, to admit all to the theory, to return ghieldskdkfkdmkdsh to the marsden splay. persephonie! participatory! patriots!