Engines die scraping pieces of the sky

Ethan Switch - Wednesday, October 11, 2006 - 23:57:35 - print it raw

Clear is grey, covering the eyes, shadowing the footsteps and making the grass fend for itself. Against the rise of fists, shaking at the air, they cower with an uncertainty that bites a couple in the lower back. Impinging upon their ability to carry forth a familiar debate, it's time for them to step aside.

Unwillingly of course. Nothing makes the decision easier than having metal debris come down from the heavens to clear a path non existent mere minutes prior.

Look! Up in the sky! It's hope come down to crush the hearts and provide nothing in any way clear of a resolution. Outside the realm, it's when the external forces skip by and trip over their two front teeth that the field standing by better watch out.

There's a lesson to be had laughing at the stock.

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