Sleep Steered Autumnal Skylines

She was

speaking japanese.  The Dowager awoke.  She had been speaking japanese.  The cart ride the ham that beast at the table.  The weight of prepositions.  The marble specter atrophying.  She didn't know the string patterns in an incessant brutish loop.  Things that are known only beautiful in not all sense.  She had never misspelled a word.  It could've been all the pork.  The episodes the dream the life and this place.  Sacred and hallow.  Protecting in its need for protection.  Thumb in the dike.  Even she was knew this expression entendra'd magnificiently but she knew she could get away with it due to age good to throw a green upstart and charlatan banker boys.

In the camps

of the Y's the debate over whether the pig slaughter was a healthy ritual or ecological disaster and whether to support it and whether that was the ideal of a lazy Y to go on pervailing social winds to not disturb the presence of time and leave continuity so that effect would not be thought through then there were those who argued that instead the truly lazy event would be to disturb time since it the easiest then to go without to much thought into the bouncy house of life.  But keys can pop the house some said.  Your worry is effort responded.  Deflated bouncy houses are also effort.  It became exhausting.  No one wanted to cook.  They wen to the hog stand.