The music brokerage remains in aeronautical space.
A month ago a morning flew by.
My closest amigo my
most carnal ally. It’s a sea cooperation.

I was hit in the face when he turned himself in.
I knew I am unhappy and similarly, like most everyone, I am not —
The 1st few words take on destabilizing character. I’m trying to clean this up [snip] have to leave enough ‘intent’ to keep me pleased after I’m finished he’s finished. This is an exemplary yet limited procedure, so I’m framing it as fun exercise, cutting straight through its own restructure creating more choppy patterns to abandon ...