Henceforth to know being as, to be of. Hypothetical and in the infinitive like winters become. Hello 60 degree January NYC day. This pot of coffee is. And so is electrical light that shine shine to illumine the paperstack. Double shine, I say. The line of cars is. And so is cornershop singing, but to a much lesser degree and in a tense that casts its light over every eventual thing. Tense cast, I say.
The writers continue to strike. There's no bowling or rounded awards. The politicians are made up in their minds and ABC news reports of a crying young woman behind the curtain pulling show of Mit Romney . And then his face fell off - as a young African American male sang the national anthem and then proceeded to clean away the tables - only to have it stitched back on again in South Carolina full of tarnation. And then so too did the face of Hillary Clinton, her serious composure flawed like big marble. No carving there. The machine that's made them has gone bang-clanking onward with its ghost driver and its foreseeable future.