The visual earth retreated with compacity, sandstone masons forged the realter a confection of needless silk, fashioned impalements arched throughout the civil mason, built opera a servitude of abridged costumes. Mansur divided the spoken world with imploding light, thou ethereal land by the distorting, night skies a redolent fusion. Lateral lands of vast quietude befell to the brother, territory arching the populated nation of a sovereign exploration, nor pillar or improving tickets brought structure through his resting thoughts, collusion mapped out the surrounding infrastructure.

Berries, he suggested, a notation spatial through light and umbra, the pregnant dingo to inscribe the place of unearthing plasticity, the divulging score of a bandage to then fallen, fence line, telegraphing the bleat, publicity by the scenery. They play ‘Institute of Paris’ the foreclosing night, fell the state of equity, the encasing lampposts counted to their rival trails of crows or counting silver to embalm those crevasses of time, the corrugated sandstone walls.

The parliament supported a recount to amount them to a self of equity, featuring in the elected breach of documented silence, the table introduced throughout the opposing sandstone bayonets, pillars of imports, gold or silver, the wrapper of contention. Bailment was set to the returning theatres of good choice, the serrated voice of nana dingo fledgling pups, pulped the later edition to the indiscriminate bad actor, the opera lasted the fourfold years first confection; the berries were the reapers wishes; the new found were independent of one’s owl, steely eyes by the pocketful of wished singularity.

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