(Remember "shopping"?)
Capitalism's hubris did survive the existence of squagels (but did we?) Postmodern definitions have a way to be uncanny. (Please stick to the text; do not change the subject.) They came pre-perf- orated, as I recall; the moral
indignity to split a squagel (Gee! and to toast one?) Reception and decay become baser and baser, if not hex'd. That's a door irrelevant of who's birth, daze, or writ. Aver, don't you adore all- usions to Pluto's hole? We need a knife,
and sharper; whatever glory can pay. The cruelty of the Queen is here unsex'd; remember that ev'ry line is a curve. Did you know flowers died, for this laurel, poor, innocent and many? To a hive the cost is but a smaller tragedy.
A theft has neither subjects nor objects. Endorsing the check is good for the nerve. A nice salad: chiffonade this sorrel; add to it tomato and an endive. We thieve and call it commerce, so to see the reaping in the sowing of the hay.
Step on it or till it and call it turf. If it attracts insects, call it floral; you need "covet" to spell words like "contrive". Myths become more than anything can be: the manna, you, the sparrow and the jay. We forget to measure our joy in pecks.
Freunde, cross your herzen, sing the choral; whom did you swap for that Westlife CD? This is the Grace we deserve; He should say our souls may be spared the weigh of all flesh. Proven and kneaded aspects, the wire monkey has no choice but to serve.
I've seen bread decay without taking knee; move on to the next slice to toast. We strive for wills sated, her visions are toral.
4 July, 2026
