Curved Minds, Curved Lands

Proportionality measures measures for width, finding bindings ungainly enough to stop in the lacks.
Peripatetic sweatshirts fray earlier than their drawn counterparts, similar tenses, different tones.
Pronunciation makes the span that can, a train of rain that pains the plane with plain bagel energy.
Giving off ventilation is a sort of vibration, and if you shorten that last word, it is the last word.
Abbreviations can only be made plural with one letter, unless it's silent, hidden, underground.
Linguistic and physical perfection bring a lot in common to the table with religion.
Ideal images of nods and rods and gods and lodestones represent the future, fight or fight.
Grievous earnings have been taken with ample fear for what they are: locked keys from locked eyes.
To be clear wears the wolf's clothes to every party, starting the fire that ends every home.
That kind of crime has more murder in it than murder, and more theft in it than family.
Choices would make willy out of all that nilly but, thank the fjord, curved land is just like the mind.