Ramble Three

Ravings. Arrival of eggs of the oval shaped lands. Dominated by rivers if bright yellow and encased in mortar shells. Atomic wisdom sticks. Canes to punish the bushes. Yet the murmur from a cacti is equal to an octopus in a massive 100 kilo wok. In which to cook the stir fry. Which ingredients to add by the directors of a world stage. Questionable are the frogs whose exogenous zones provide great enhanced pleasure by killing and cutting down true forests. Gentle then is the tepid glow from antlers whose assistance to Gaia is vital at this time and the wisdom of the white haired wise ones across the globe with their sceptres wands and staffs. Divining and decomposing the rule of this era. In many arcs sit a swaying bug whose activities include country hop scotch. Very good then. Fat field marshal fishing in a stew. Bathing rituals can never be altered or diverted from great truths. Soon to be revealed in skies and oceans. How revelational. How pronounced are accents that act. First are the ones who lay down in turreted houses. Too large for housework. Ha ha ha. Fatima says the injestion of porkly substances is wrong but beheading a goat at the right time is good to ignite change upon the ravaged soils. Beacons. Beckon. Bring buying bags. Bin. Xxxx900% in a skating shell. Xxxx bean.