Moving in the abstract

Sundays are the best days to wax nostalgic for Wednesdays, ricchi’s need not apply, although casper may have a ghostly idea of what these means; humpday that is.  Slimer that idea through cash-courses of learning and then string it up by means of fragile connections; let’s dance.  Square a number, then use it as a put-down while the nation gets put-up for auction; going once.  Drop a deuce and see it as waste revealing some sort of nature; dada my part.  Flail an ancient quail, putting hands to eyes and seeing that justice is far from blind anymore; cue correct crying.  Sum that seven up in less than six words and you get the basis; sue satellites. Curmudgeons curtail the reality they do not have to face if they can make it through this week; end transmission.