Cavernous spaces within the core of the engine lie about knowing not the upside-down posturing of the outside. Clear only to the grain, the ability to sustain the level and energy on its own is deception in the partial making. Strong is the sweat of the humidity and its claims toward the high part of staring on the other side of the glass.
Cold, cool, hot and warm, temperatures mixing in makes for the absent-minded presence to hold nothing stronger than the sensation of waiting for another hour. Where even then, the need may not actually come forthwith and it's looking to run on the morning's provisions all the way into the middle of the early evening.
Soon Van - Wednesday, January 10, 2007 - 23:05
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