kari edwards
the dumb-waiter was right
there was a lamp in the window's eye and a dreamer of curtains. one could discern certain shapes, it was a paradoxical drumroll, thus I freely extolled such and such and to name it. controlled by luck and "can you spare a dime" at the local bargain hamlet store. without an indication from the shadows I drove my metaphor to the ocean and made a scene of it. jumping ahead, during a sultry june heat and pubescent december drill, orders were given in an all out scary backdrop of sunday on the pillage. there were replays of carnage decisions and overpaid blood sacrifices. the pure of heart rejoiced. on the edge of something was throughout, a fortune was named, the right question to the right answer, and an all out hunger for digits. then something else, at first it lay at the doorstep, with ripe eyes and noncommittal promises, tiger lilies in bloom, and a bed of responses. the next day, meanwhile an automatic result, of failed to date and a doubt. this sum up everything, little by little there were no new stories. crystallization, rapid movements and statistics detached themselves and comprised an all inclusive entertainment system. drudgery was replaced with silent well oiled steps. one day thoughts occurred, merely not serving a purpose, but aim, grid and figure of speech. as with any administration life became a relation to ambience. the sum was overturned for the good of influence and a major question. is is was doing, trees were divided, a stammering of forgetfulness actually sat down. all the sizes remain the same for all and there was a kind of calm, lucid, weightlessness of a drifting light holiday drink and a blue sky formed in words
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