Monday, January 9, 2012

Pieces: By Design! ::.

Act IIII : silly : now!:. Now the day is the day when you found: he was not friend IIII :! like most days IIII : that go on and on!:. The face twitches!:.

Forward to now:! IIII : It's still that day again IIIII :!.

Then in the past IIII : the friends gathered only when:!. and only.!.:

Laughter: foods: and rich!::. ::::.

New wardrobes:!:: :::: new econos: :::: by design and by accord:!:: ::::.!.

The standard strike: is strike without ethos:!.

Kill: thy enemy and always make him pay IIII :!.

A day of imagine: and all of which: and plans for a train ride: forecasts and middle tempt:.

Every book: gets rewritten and the less of the day is new:! or!:: ::::. Depending on when every tear in the ey:e!:.

Written by design: and stolen biscuits are the true arts of the day: among:!::.

Day of living: day of deads!:: ::::.

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