California Measures

Sidewalk slab, any marked section Citizen Same can grab, overnight. Sleeping beside media buys offers a tax shelter from leaders with bad gas. Chill waves fill economic contraction joints in preparation for the rising heatwave. In open air, its holding capacity increases bravery for the savory in scarcity. Humming wings of infinity. Purple trumpets off jacarandas’ branches, succulent agaves, and tongued hibiscus’ walls are strangers in the evening shadows. It’s your choice what to pay attention to. The ads don’t talk back to you. Or do they? If it’s lit right with diffusion you’ll end up doing it out front. Chomping at the bit. Appealing figures. Concealing figures. Men and women make propositions according to the outline and figuring out the reward of the knobby figures. Romping around for the gets. Banners of love blow in the wind while manners not minded give into new mercies.

Everything adds up to a measure for the fire or vine fruit. It’s exact. At an early age, I learned to chop and slide. Chop and slide the flour off the orange plastic measuring cup with a silver butter knife. Moms’ reflection on the serrated edge. Before my age, I was baked for this destination. Quaked by the palm of the hand set into the greased pan. So much is at stake in the California measures if the Ruler keeps deceiving our lives. Clear the air with fragrant grace. New creations bloom from belief in the vine; now made alive. Clear out the lobby. Umpteen work and leisure. Is there room for everybody to fit? Keep it moving whatever color the lines are for the buses and trains. Bullets are flying into body outlines per capita. Emergency, pull fire drill. Turn to the side while the wildfire pain is camouflaged into its surroundings. Would these soles fit you? A golden griddle lit morning by morning adds to the beauty of the sighting. The time of day is a mash-up giving Citizen Same the time of day.