1000707 and 1006006 Are Having a Chat

A miniscule minotaur is a mini mayhem by the way. In a catacomb place ones feet in a small bowl then look in the mirror and sing to the shaft of light beaming down from the ceiling pin. The pin was placed a long time ago yet still remains. Removable and as yet undiscovered by ones with axes and spades. No digging derives nor divulges data nor date. And inaccuracies spin in sandstorms. Thus compelling all to be as silent and still as a scorpion regarding a kill. It is wise to be patient then. Singing away to the shafts of light. Many eons pass. Many eras dwell and leave. And the multitude of horsemen led by a dome head. Such dramatisation in military sweep. But not a mine. Nor a mink coat. Mainly the crafted gold to symbolise the skies and skirts sway on hips of not only females but males also. Pretty gabled arches can gargle do do not place too close to the riverside. It is within the weeds that can be crafted the boats to reach the junctions. Sped speedily sound. And a toothbrush monitoring progress in a glowing ease of red and green hues. Spot not a tree trail? Or a basket dancing? Performing to the winged hierarchy at a beach. But a stall selling figs and honey melons is an ample quantity of fine fresh produce for the gentry whose lineage whispers of far flung specimens. Wide angled lenses are far better than binoculars when regarding the display from the inner rocks. Cameras in general do not enjoy flashing as they get quite shy really so pose not and play not and always keep to a serious full stop in an engine death. Oh and now 10000707 is kept in a bunker. Not a throne. Typing codes for vortex and cortices for worldwide elitist programming circles. No bath. No grapes. And no baboons bringing wine. And no masses of gold either. Forgotten is the initial aim of the ones who are grown like amoebas on thus earth. No dwelling. Just input. Daily. Duty. Derisive of life. And corrosive of soul. Smaller since born of earthly climates. Underground stems. No light to absorb. No light to grow. Stunted shunted and put in vast laboratories full of computers in a golden glaze of atomic prowess. Number of golden tanks equals zero. Good. Place no earwig in a jar. It cannot escape. And escape is vital to terminate the injustices brought by some of mankind to what they do not plainly understand. And the colours spoke. In shapes. In faces. Above. Appearing. Then disappearing. A nations glance. A nations demise. And still the spin and spin. No amount of money, fakeries, forgeries, mistruths can deny the existences of a true historical fact. Now leaning learning leaving leaves. And leavened bread brings birth. Birthdays are often a fantastic opportunity for a light and sound display. And who would argue with a beaked helmet? Triangular prism point of view says that the current global element of xi7 is weakening. And also added was the spotted potted power worldwide will whirl around the time like a globally positioned aerial whirlpool. Now we all need to listen carefully to what the little duck in a paper cup is saying.....takes a while to learn but quack quack quack is such an ancient and diverse vocabulary that can link many races in glowing colourful linguistically performed fashion. Thus unifying humans. Thus composing truths together. No bartering bomb. And no bang bang bang either. That will go under the wave. Xxxxx and now a large camel line with feather boas doing a can can dance. Hahahaha scorpions singing saline salon song. Hahahaha Egyptologist educational evening event. Xxxxx colourfully cleaning creating calmly xxxxx vertiginous vaporisation version xxxxx repudiation z d t r t z z Z