Aside gallicas the beast subsided the agony overcame
the lonely atmosphere; dropping jumping-jacks, into new age music, most are
suffering the human dynasty. Like fitting with an article, beef and seasoning,
to pardon mistake and irony. Much intolerance, to ponder the miracles, at a
tavern in the mystics; evermore heart cymbals, drums in tribal lands, warriors
come back as angels. Dandruff upon pillows, dust upon the furnace, mold in
moist areas—running back to self, attracted to another culture, alienated from
unsaid culture. By a fight to have harmony, disdained by most, unrelenting
silence might prevail; like an application, the way we follow instructions,
until we rage out against social rules. At arts like religion, knitting
designs, or mastering origami; like papier mâché, most delicate memories, traveling
spirits with Natives.
