Anguished braying in the sunlight
tells the mind more than its habitual nuggets can find and accept. They make
figurines out of those, in sheds with locks and tin shingles that repeat every
season in contrived and perpendicular ways. As afternoons let go of the Day
Light and Awning Acquaintance to be among the pigeons and the empire they give
credit to, the mind will handle more than its fair share of paediatrician
bills. The mind doesn't take sixty minutes to be twenty five again, some more
could happen afterwards and halls of paradise will want to know and hear back
through the moronic ages. Hoping that they are listening, the co-ordinated
crowd starts and enables and channels the naked pictures from a celebrity's
phone so that they can revel in the conquest and wear it as balm on their tiny
ideologies. This Christmastime the mind will run riot and slipshod over kitchen
utensils and some other aspects of quick-legged equipment. Measurements are
alreadystarting to happen and the mind has its minutes all to itselfandto the
grief of maker's past. Turn it lengthways. Clockwise. Probably. Leave it for
further than later and it'll be better for seating disappearance and unseating
garbled table manners. The piano chords are living again andquite vividlygoing
down to the edge of tabernacle to see the Doohickey live LIVE.
Tickle
the core of opening doors with noses and desperate pleas of THAT HE HAS or
thathehas. For the from to be frumpy means that the mind must detach itself
from every plausible second of placated dog behaviour. The beekeeper is
addressed in aquatic perfume and this is done in fine form with the political
rights making faces at chicken pizza recipes. The mind oversees the mortgage
and drives it through the happy hour bar like used fulsome cheese sauces. Sit
down and get out of the way of the my purple way. Two weeks have passed for
variety's sake.
We've
only got time for honing records into petite rubbish tip, we've being the
borrowed name for beetles at rest among the blades of the glade. Green curdles
to brown and the dead are walking again just to find a flame to take to a
retail outlet or fast food restaurant. They want to see it higher but the mind
is unwilling to just stand idly by. Settling down in infinitives now because
rockets are going to the essence of the ocean to prove that Indonesia exists
with its own wasted disposal unit.
There
is a saying among the meek thatthe prism dies nicely in gravely alcoholic
beverages and annoys the skyward greetings card all the way till military
contact. Half the world is appalling with staffs on their ashtrays when
itreallyshouldbetheotherwayaround. Don't barrel ahead, don't let the mind
monopolise the heavy set tea teaser with its robber's instinct and misshapen
toenail. Gibraltar has its facts straight because Erasmus continues under five
words and always goes for broke. There is a good point to every outlet and a
used farewell says all.
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