Looks in the round

When bound in books. Hands are now and again is by now by gone. Washed ashore to be tossed no more. Time never says hello until it's being stopped in its tracks. Ever was never away on assignment. Swaying from camera to being but one phi, fa, philia. In turn, it is always which that turns the corner to embrace pleasure. A switch from either to neither goes back to cider, to what was a concept against the wall, on the couch, in the wild: optically and fitfully vivid. It so happened that time got stuck in the tube — in the late-night running of either way — in One-in-One one's a day behind the wheels of linking mode to made. Bits of by now hit how as soon as to. Why is a spy with her eyes on a pie! Icono – icono – iconoclastic! The air, linking blinking to thinking on the ground, makes bubbles round off the air.