Ramble Six

Talismanic mystical duties of an aardvark is best performed upon a desert landscape or in a dense jungle for it is merely in these two places that wild fauna can be located and ancient brands of earth can be discovered shrouded in leaves or sand particles. When balancing an uneven trampling trumpeting elephant upon a six inch cake take heed for the barrels are sharp and once fell then tusks can damage icy floors and make such a mess that it would take eons to tidy. So speak the spacial non evasive pin. Whilst the pen has a snooze the pin can prick order even in the most stale of air. It is deemed necessary that in times of chaotically placed mind beams to reside in a uniformed environment and to take great care of ones hair thus ensuring an evenly balanced persona akin to the breaths of the four seasons. In great circles move many feet. Dance dance dance like dace moving in a river. Darting in many currents globally. Yet swerve away from pike. They are predators. Ministerial mushrooms glow and flow through the canopies of many a pan. Whilst a mildew laughs. Its spores mean war upon floors and walls. Best observe a two minute silence for the loss of paper and carpet due to these mould men. So as it comes so it is and so shall it be. Visitation brief encounters can enhance even the most sceptical of beliefs and bring faith in core once more. Yet ten onions dancing in a line to the tune of the news jingle could be said to be quite insane. I mean who would cover ones skin in many layers and many manufactured goblin spokes. Ti be exact a wheel is neither a trumpet or a weapon. How minuscule the microscopic droplets of a wavering pea. Savoured by many hands. After a feast. Dipping and dunking the bread into the circular array of platters. A fine day calls for such intrepid locust feasting whilst boats are not considered yet enemy targets with a weaponry view such landscapes of mind. Hell is not a demonic plague. Hell is neither prevalent. Hell is where misted westernised consumerist attitudes dwell. And so on and so forth. And why must they infiltrate the soil. Peaceful existence we did once want. Yet now no more. And instead we riot like great victorious packs of wolves. Women are like walnuts on a tree. Pick and eat them at will. Like camels or cattle they can be used as trade. So it has always been. When the market trader in his tent ran out of food for his ten wives forty eight children and his flock what best to do although heartbreaking. Sell off his teenage daughter to the tyranny. Such was the way for many eras. And what can be said in the Wes of slavery. Slavery still today in mansion houses. Sold for the duty of the midway house. Yet house is not a home. Scree the fortresses of a mouse. Do nit be reconciled with the vision that your tradition is a louse and instead let your wrath fire the great father sky with peanut shaped orbs. In cubic measures. Exacting great wrongs is never easy and till this day it should be Sai a saucepan that dares to boil has twelve handles and not one. Irresponsibility of labels. Carnage of a dwelling spot. Spit spat. Gratuitous flavourings of a scented mule.