The reformation of ideas is catalogueing every disguise until an intuitive
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thought becomes a child...a childlike prose, if you could...imagine this:
"However it be, in a scene or with scenery, did you see the performance of
or, or did the performance astound you!"
Several affirmations written in scribbled foreign languages aligned nearly
but, not in order of my ability to comprehend the circumference.
"It was as if, I was in a dream, like I stated earlier-in a state of unawareness; "before and after, that is";-I experiently grasped at the thought
of kneeling-but, whoa be the daned when company is tainted against thee.
"The citizen demands the attention of this journal!"-proclamations arose from
the fiery ash in the pit of descention-"Sort of like a, isn't that what, you
Want to narrate?"-He was greater than a herd of wild beast teaming against the
agry ocean tide-I could not return a gesture without a debt or a favor...
"There lay no consequence to this matter, so long as you will, and the other
Be say it so nicely-Not about to do with or with anything absolved, then-
First in, be the last word out"-no exclamation, no recomprhense-no deliverance
Side by side and locked in gnurled fingers-the Citizens went to and fro-leaving
behind a bitter taste and a look of glory: To narrate a story, the mate of
One must agree with the other half-the other side can be dismayed...or without