Joy Our Love

Don'r trap me in to some impressionistic whirl, I was making my way to the gates all day. In this ebb and swing; we make believe it is also ours and influenced by all and not particularly equal. There is nothing beneath and above this equality, It is the harmonizing star of the sky without knowledge of falling. Trade something more for something less, you will see vastly that your opinion graduated. You find that even picking up after some litter bugs gives delight.  (If only to allow trees to breathe from a smothering strangle of a plastic bag gone arrant.) Maybe the smell of carcinogen and rotten immunized the one who didn't have it. No way... ... Maybe just a playful road sign in Normandy or Norway. I'm a burnt method, I assure you, though well-intended and by vague abstractions, countless. Although, heaven too is a flame, so maybe the cinder is in the poised stoic and not fit in my bone. Did we go to far? Rants aren't like death. Then ag...

Scottish Swiss Fine ascent Swiss and African with Recompence. Aligning left meow for change. It's LEFT and RIGHT not a bit deranged. Here strange... No French, Canadian or Pole. It's Center and Truth with all Control. Fool am I for a fork in the wind. But glancing at English in the mid of Sovend. Blessed be to, "Prince of Peace." For Breathe and Air, Boron released. I recognize eyes, wings all the same, for the Jordan replenished the Kind King for a change, As it were and autos-- for spoiling half-metal. The Wheat stacks high and rolled in the Bellow. Poor timing is mine, sometimes when I lie. Life---is, my guardian. As nothing might blend For the Ascended Nautalus could wellow and fend. the strife was all righteous. The posthumous Protein with forgotten Promise. Flight for a light in the simply quite darkness. Now Russian and America-- Indonesian caucus.

All natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence. Nature never wears a mean appearance. Neither does the wisest man extort all her secrets.and lose his curiosity by finding out all her perfection. Nature never became a toy to a wise spirit. The flowers, the animals, the mountains, reflected all the wisdom of his best hour, as much as they has delighted the simplicity of his childhood. Ralph Waldo Emerson, " Nature."  Chapter 1: Norton Anthology, 2003.

As a pile of diamond lay just beneath the Kimberlite Pipe. This, a moment after the last bite of the fruit at the top that one jumped directly.. About 20 feet below, where that pipeline lay-- the pentagonal direction of this particular Papaya tree. A feet stomping for line and direction, something before flight. A thing or 10 like it. Transcendent is also a thing of Nature, and have the earth work for her. Preserving nothing, not even a ring for hold. As the geode toward the mineral fount of the ocean and the eye of a most calcified fish, Even a scientist imagines his very best scenario, evolution for living things far and wide.

Continuing with the Winter's end, near the beginning of the beautiful and blossoming spring, one might find Hemingway's depiction of physique a combination of working the fat off his soul... to work and train in order to burn it out of his body. As many wean off the Alcohol and instead welcome in spring with talent, sensibilities, improved perceptive, an inclination to improve and evolve, and concentration so profoundly en tune than one might find their own meditative zone with clarity and jump out as a spring to propel mass.

Bis! Bis! The crowd reigns, Overflowing in amusement, and a touchy feeling of a sloth. Keeping the rather pervading discourse of all things earthly maintains a high tolerance. Becoming more independent and less attention-seeking is the mouse now. An Ice Age can't be Cold, a flood keeps us at bay. What is above, falls to the bay. My patience is running thin, like a jealous boy for his mother's attention. I will run to you on the 2nd. But it can't end. You have my hand, and know I can't pretend. Not for the attention, you know the verse. Sparsing new ideas. Writing to the universe. I've never felt the Valentine's Day. With you it took every ounce of one pain away. The one pain is love, and it recoursed. Imagine. Tireless work. Needless Fear. Love with you is undisputed directly Forth... My fount is now raging like the torrent of the sane. Getting dressed and kissing you.. THIS is Our only way. Where the virtues of the ocean stand ...

From the beginning,  Awsh!  And No more.  It's done wondered the comprehensive. Splendor! Tired as I'll get it. Take the rest and 10 show. Never again in a flask. Hope near the varnish, through window on thin glass.  How could you ring me. Divine--- wit were new.  Withered offensive-- My Nuance and Truth. Pleasing me the way through... Deeds spent renewed. No cowardice and a cleave. No judgement and envied.  Take one an oxen. No question-showcased, the unclean.  Haven't you already learned romance.  Felt forgiveness... impede. Stupid Rye Moment up-in-the-air for the Creed. The left and right thumb outside for atwood.... ...  the half brightly showing infinite steed. Virgin spice glowing---- A man shown up.