patience (hypothetical) feeds sliplet of an early tree (still hypothetical) wind's actual tall evidence allows no mercy to its leaves and rapture there are guesses anything but accidental in the form of shadows undergirding these mammalian hands that finger yellow pages white and green the perfect complement to virtue estranged from source of early passion
patience is a sign of nothing but precision that escapes the heart the heart redeems the latent mindset the one that left us unattended has resumed forefathered eminence where it is impossible to be found (out)
every evidence of window mourns the backdrop of infected sky nobody wants to own nobody wants to waltz into nobody wants to jump toward from penthouse or conventional remove "You are my sunshine, my only . . ."
(capstone course) so if I start to seem like context-free amazement put me in a circumstance where I can run around the block wearing a wooden sandwich board that says I'm often flexible as silk the body leads away from correspondence "let us pray."