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J Hart F

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

To Steal from Books

Stem length, pod shape, color - in the study of heredity, investigative monastery rapidity. Now put forth the basic principles of inheritance, unlike many earlier investigations of Pisum Sativum, my figure 3.1! I eat sparsely, like a bird, subsequently renewed on the ergosphere, the even horizon of a collapsed star. 14-understanding significance - "World honoured One" to be investigated so, whose source is Ohm. Waste our lives in sin: addicted to the senses of judging such heredity. Is it not for a man who finds delight? The media is his recent book. Every stage of one's existence reflects both public interests and magnitude and direction. Don't conform to uniform circular motion, built on position - velocity - acceleration in projectile motion. It's all about the derivative of the self. Old college chum, after profound meditation exploits my logical expal wangled appointment with a subeditor: Ace of Pentacles. For the voices: 1964, a good year out of memory. Bravely, patiently, she continued to fight them in Christ. Old supernatural joy - horrible and disgusting with holy temerity. Why does this preconception persevere in relaxed unchastity as agency to my facilities? Why can't we rebuild ourselves to the might of the monarch Clark peak? 60 miles on state highway 14 west to consider heredity and audience. Every writer can benefit considering your whole audience means and pursue this topic - flitting fireflies on drowsy summer nights: sharp meaning weeping and distraught, limitless freedom. Breathlessly anxious miracles after millennia bring us to these spaces that are ours. This ought not baffle but strengthen defenses. Pillars, pylons, the sphinx, semper eadem. Love, they're yours! Leave no trace but shadows during the investigation - it is time. Unrest a heart - time was time is time - memory was memory is memory... was a village landmark powered first water-run nineteenth century east banks.

1 comment:

  1. I really like this! It was fun and interesting to read and creatively done.