THE SURVEILLANCE OF PLUMES

so amber's the color of your energy
it's said. and in central air. and in sea lungs.

that your density makes you its target you were to transport
in boxes and documents expeditiously into the city.

strumming a nerve map deep in divergent strips, the topography's span
of tributaries renaming themselves in strands.

the hills, a coddled vector of stasis. inland, the heat in palpable bars. even

if buttermilk of the test condition spawned the exact last breach of it. of sky
as specification's aircraft, shield, roadstop, and exit.

and that animals ground her in this world, and foretell to her each of its outcroppings
where the recording says she's the floating maintenance assistant for the north.


         the recording states she's the floating maintenance assistant for the north

and it's dosed. and the purring it does in upholding the fed retrievable to the plebe.
to the plebe-that-seems-fit to open its cloak to a font in the parent menu.

bars descend in successive grinds.

one disk offers the meme.

then in season six, the constituents advance on the hallway, and now the containment.

the engagement may end in the names on faces, imprisonment, theater, or death.

surges, said to be near at all times.

and shuffling as an indifference water starred for twelve seasons at one time.

relieved and reminded individuals of their culturally isolated & conquered
commitments at one time.

and a torch singer from nashville is welcome here. contemptuous relationships
that might have grown/evolved/been welcomed here.

       the plumes, gauging their own corral

the pueblo revolt of 1860 based on its xml output.

also every romcom you might have abandoned runs on the soft host tree set.

would you care for some fritos, some coffee.

el queso es preparado