The ‘old’ days, back when tripods were not worth spinning. The workplace suffered environmental key industrial chaos. For example, men worked as home buoys, set to knock off women from the tire swing. No-one settled in, until the commotion of spend-down a day at the fruit market, took longer than a day. Do-it up dining, built Kirby vacuums, and the conga line panty-hose were gifting spanks’ design. Sprint was the only way. Eating was held in high-regard, next to seating on a model bus.
Now, with extraordinary jumpsuits, made with plastic zippers, Velcro, and versions of hip-hop checkers, women ask themselves, ‘Is sewing a private matter, or corporate diaphragm?’ Since then, picket-knives have never reached the interior, marketplace box-cutters, and weaving machines, and just plain wool batting, fills product windows. A thrift store returning to needle bearing, however creepy.
As citizens live to tow broken audience reaction, O’Town, has put beauty on the back shelf. Headhunters are moving to cowbells, cockier spaniels, and peasantry. It isn’t like they have arrows, in fact, the man behind the counter, is not recognizable by a long-shot. Deepening concern, over medicine to cure headaches, is a loom, left to place, a place called home. Darkening chances of overcoming parental will, we are asked to set still. It makes headless horsemen turn ashore to bigger and better things, a reinforcement of many a kind of sagging rope.
Piano playing improves city time crunch. Most people exit to the left on-stage, at least after a graduation. A liable morality of right and wrong is messing up computer fads. Here regulations of territory, excludes everybody but an ant straining to get paid. More than half of the comedians do not know English, and the other half, has said goodbye on multiple occasions, without coming back. Clinging to the crimson banner of hope, advisers suggest use formats, an inattentive straggler has an heir to triple-A conduct. Tech buyer decisions to unfold massive blindfolds, has resulted in fantasy
Fast approaching is a phenomenal era when the sonnet formed diplomat, is required to prove every octave in trial. Because who would want to error on a format of introduction. Visitors plan to coincide, a difference of opinion, but teachers shelter prison-mates who consume most of the Saturday grind. Disciplinarians are looked at as souvenirs without a frame. Extremism never plays over a clear transistor radio. Conjoining hotel rooms, and the switch, one in which wild horses were civilized, is a run-free philosophy of detaching arms from members of a tree.
Mom’s leg gives out, a pun for ‘try better next time’. Logic says she’s a gambler, going out on a limb. But risking it all has never occurred to anybody, especially a donkey without a pin. Taunting the trader, Arizona can’t swim, the creek overflows, and everybody comes to win. In first priority, they will battle against all odds, again and again. Because, they can’t ‘even,even’.