We Spoke like digging in the wedded eclipsing prose

Riots. Too run over the billing date like a tire over a lucky notebook.
There are strikes so often there is no such thing as the unemployed.
All crowded together with only one last parish to anoint tenderly.
Drown and toss away your wallet. Your skilled deceit. Embrace.
Embrace cashless existence. Feeling freedom for the first time.
These ages lost to a pedantic lie. Use those $20 bills for target practice.
Saved. Your soul and bright shinned light, your smokeless entry upon.
Like a saved lake in The Backyard Times, which we read all the time.
We are good students. Perhaps too good. We read about everything.
There is no such thing as understanding the sciences without humanities.
Now we walk away. Any time we want. There are no possessions upon us.
The weight is enraged that it cannot count on use to be its model of liberty.
Everything we say is liberty. Because we do not just prove ourselves worth life.
We live all those moments that collectively prove us worth life.
Like this. This bend in the center column in some such manuscript.
How shall toss me away when I am gone. Think no further on me. I loved.
Ur time together.