What is the search term. I carry the brain that is bomb in a timeless infant. On earth as it is in headgear. Count for the dead their black sheep. Language keeps us from understanding the world. Spoken, it is god finding god. Spoken, it is the white male. Infant wrestling as a cure for road rage.

Saturday, 15 August 2015. The old timer narrows his eyes. Monday, 10 August 2015. Silhouetted against the sky, the cast iron cockerel fantails the winds from within his pagoda perched on the old schoolhouse. The streets shuffle up hill, red brick Victorian villas with box hedges. The only exception to the rule is a shopwindow that proves an irresistible attraction to the children flowing out of the school gates. Sunday, 9 August 2015.

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