Invest
in the shop with stores and a few hat collections for good measure. Think on
your mistakes as my friend and help out with boardroom planning and colourful
delusions of reading and sexualised piano concertos. The greasy windows are
stuck on replay on the back of a rocking horse that dips in unintended
glossaries just to say aggressive morning prayers.
Do
you think I should tangle it? Am I here as a professional peep and you just can’t
beat a professional for peeping, especially when you’re more than a block away
in the right hand. It’s impossible for disheartening to put a dint in
appreciable belief, it is mutated and moves for one thing. You can do better
than that, you mischievous spender, you can twerk without a comely uniform and
mind that the spinning stops with the tombola.
No
way to belie, no way to wake up Sleeping Beauty with eggs and bacon that hurts
in passing keeling over with cuboid fluency. The congenital, primordial thermodynamics
of signing magic into package paper so that the just can be trusted with
cure-alls. Holy cow, the sparkles and the blooper bags! Honduras!
Brrring the shameless mantelpiece forth and let it be judged by puppets in it
to win it.
The
bubbles are symptomatic of a fever that does the dance without heirs or looms
or spaceships that translate into kites. Can you be any sweeter? With the
liquid tabs? As of now the intensity is all for brow-beating concentration, for
narrowing focus on an elderly flautist with horrendous values of racial
learnedness. And they all want a peace of the piece while the action settles
down for its afternoon nap.
Who
hit snooze in a trite manner? Can buttons become Ghurkhas and for how long? The
mind is adventurous because we could handle life so well if it weren’t for all
the interconnected deviousness of formulated spirit. As of the duty, the politicians
take the iamb for a plaintive couplet and in doing so leave its better legs by
the roadside for all the preachers to remark on.
Beggars
at the feast along with the ghost according to elite Parisian upper crust:
master the law abiding brokers. We’re the ones who alter the land, we’re
barricaded in by blown prosperity. After so long who would even doubt that the
books are getting shorter because the novel is abdicating from its papal
authority out of some deathly blessing to the rest of the concubines. It’s too
soon to ever say OBEY to the page master and his milky ilk. Your father wouldn’t
accept such travesties as his bosom creation, let alone grieve the holes in
sponges of mercurial talent. TAKE ME TO SALVATION NOW THAT THELOVE IS WELL
REMEMBERED BY UNSPOKEN PHILANTHROPISTS WHO’VE SEEN THE FACE OF GOD AND HIS
LORDYLORDYLORDY CLIMBING FRAME, THE ONE WITH WRETCHED LIGHT-UP FEATURES. WALK
BEHIND THE SWORD AS IF IT WERE A GUN WITH A COLD BARREL FILLED WITH IMAGO FISH
BEARING SCISSORS TO FAROFF LOCATIONS WHERE DISTANT DRUMS ARE JOINING
CONSTANTLY.
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