Today is a day to be a word.
I say to those words that will go through the chimney.
The cardinals are locked in conclave, under the eyes of Michelangelo. Hide the workings of the human eye in the clique and inspired devotees pronouncements, the words will have five declensions and periphrastic passive and active, and I hope promitto iuro and govern the infinite future.
The god of the gerund and would appreciate the sacrifice of burnt offering, trading for the purple blood. His dove will Hawk turns heads, Adam shiver just before the touch.
Finally, written with a pen name of lacquer.
The cards will be sewn (the silver needle is stuck on the word ELIG), and then burnt in a stove with destiny blacks or whites. The word
sewn and burned the word, the word and choose the word that hides: All up in smoke, signifying that the word does not c'appartiene, and any attempt to back our ashes like us.
Yet, the man who raises his head goes in the square, and reads the curling smoke rising into the sky. He composed also a word, it's a yes or a no.
It 's a fine day to be a species that even the smoking law.
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