We are free — still — to say what some think — but their recipes, or ours, are perfused with given theory. Trees in place, defiantly miscellaneous, thanks to a compliant Leitkultur, treeways on a berm, backdrop to the ideal civil democratic union with permissions built on headwinds — dormant crescendos 
 
with as it were or without lyric attitude. Good manners can scar others, you see, they also let us peons act like participants in marking time as tho subscribers to the regulatory plutocracy. 
Either way, I know so little about the state and the state knows much less — you see nothing but these blank holes are slaughtered by blankety remote.