Eviction of the spy agency; what a bond of trust!

The kids are fighting over cheese.

When the golden fog appears, influenza.

The last dregs of lager on a humid day.

They say they adore how predictable I’ve become

since direct democracy and the release of the algorithms;

surveillance for transparency. In the interest of.

The legs have gone soft. 
I will negotiate with the dear leader.

Kerosene on the mountain.

New turtle spawn trudge their way to sea.