Rubbery Rant

it’s all right charm, the dead wood removed, a perfect government installed. it’s all in game, natural attack and fried clams for Cheney. it has dense to be disease, to rule with ease, and you get the point exactly. in a different world of space, where controller talk forces down, you can beam and be a heart. raid Hegel, whose cunning superpowers strode thru the attachment city, felled trees like a plan and mor to be believed. he’s a miracle of ably telling thru the seasonal churn to be. a righteous add to it alights and burns, that smokes out Cheney, that delivers proper funding, that talks a streak into Enron ideology. crust of earth difference, ploughed thru sharing, corpse in the copse, together ‘you’ and ‘I’. tunes in space, trade off mugging, and it’s sure to make a language go alone. we are berries, finally, from the systematic bush. worth it just to tell it.