Geoff spent most of his waking hours writting letters to The Time in which he outlined his own particular theory of the development of English history.
The greatness of England had risen and waned over the centuries in direct proportion to the use of natural manure in fertilizing the soil.
Interesting.
Right in front of the overpass in downtown Guangzhou, embraced by unlimited access to neon light helping itself process photosynthesis, a redbud tree's heart is hammering in silence vigorously awaiting its 7-course dinner. Two cabs in green are stationary, with equal felicity.
Usually a blender of quasi-party-queen and Friday night condom-killing machine sprayed in crimson would tumble her way up to the tree. Then a sound of crescendo, then the abundant source for little Redbud; some cash for the guy inside the car in green who drives a woman in purple to the unconscious life of atrousness.
The view is also amusing, in a bit different way. Geoff might feel a little unexpectedly challenged and disappointed. So does the trash can adjacent to the tree which has been lack of acknowledgements due to the existence of the crutch.
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