Tuesday, January 08, 2008

Our National Life

His charisma leaves a small, oily stain on its handlers: they smudge thumb and forefinger together as a sign. Her charisma barks unattended. His charisma has been validated and certified by leading nutritionists but has not been awarded the FDA's organic label. His charisma waits patiently for the elevator door to shut. Her charisma hurls itself against the childproof gate. His chiseler charisma gleams from all angles, rawbone cheekbone marrowbone shinbone. Her charisma chases its tail. His charisma gets out in front of it. His charisma sweats like a whiteman. Her charisma follows the white rabbit.

To campaign in prose. To take a field in rows.

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