dcliii.
Own waste best waste. Stuff
no fortune-teller
could predict. Set in stone and writ

in water, water-baby. Buzzards gather
in large number,
say, 4567. Say it.

Factions clash as factions do.
Emotive hope, hot topics fail to set
light. Lie and be done with it,

buster.

dclii.
Sincere wind-up corrupts the
reason to. The motivating force
is not enough. Can we be confident

and still be here? The
lungworm and the heartworm
duel it out, the best

in every breed. Amid the
clues to flaws a double
entry: listen to the smoke. It

undertakes.

dcli.
'Never been
a better
time to

start counting
beans.' ''To
be' is

not for
you, faint-
hearted.' Nothing

ever heard
can be
trusted now

or ever
either