"Class rules dictate advances through supposed chances posing as proven courses of outlining what is socially norm. Lead by past brutes' diction which reads of a haste to prose while silently suffering from an addiction of profiling one source. It simply shows career students who went about things crassly considering it pride but rather abused a jungle in books while calling it their home. Vast grooves turn pages so my love knew to strand statements in any cleavage involving masked views that reveal drafts made of planters lacking a farm. Plunder a land of its soil and leave tethered nomads as employees circling a tree's shadow in search of fountains of joy, yet squander storms. Restricted movement encounters coal which alone provides challenges in avoiding friction while utilizing rungs made of mud, ignorant of how brittle ceramic toils affirm wooden carvings a sturdier form. A tree defined by more than what is on the surface and when the rule classifies everything that surfaces, it misses the whole of life's mark - air is dirt in a tree's tone."
"Ishmael, the green embryo"