Sunday, August 21, 2011

Thousand: Four Hundred Seventy-Seven

darned by a violet thread to a glacial physiognomy. You never know what is going to happen, except when it has been written on three by five cards, or it’s a movie. Those are easy. The Tomato is taxiing for a loop-de-loop. What a daredevil! A lot of those earlier aviators made derring do look like a daily spin around the block on a bicycle, the front wheel of which stood tall as a man. What was that about? The wheel’s radius had to be as long as a man’s leg? I’m just guessing here. I spend my entire life

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