The countersign, the heat as if you had a lot of spit in your mouth. You lump it. Your mission takes you to the rows, but watching March of the Penguins on DVD you are more impressed with birds and mammals. The noises they make in their mouths are covered by music. In the even more alien complicated brand- new crops, make assumptions about pulchritude in corn, what makes it blond and ripe before it can say, My child was picked, and I’m overtaken. Keening requires you to deal with it, you engendered it, you recognize alleles when no one else does. User of obsolete designations: electrophoresis, birds. You continue to call in the same debts. C’mere honey let me punctuate your equilibrium. You’re in correspondence, in criminal conversation, in compromise and position. Transposons are an offense against property. A candy dish of genes in foil and how well we understand them.
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