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Collision courses and cosmic cloud claps are most important when arriving in seas of vast colour. When a 4 inch diameter of a pickled egg is neither oval or flat it us times for the vinegar to put on some make up and dance in a charismatic chanting sway. As seas are swamps. And seas eat bee people. Properly regarding the eyeball of a curved walrus or a seal is the most important way of ordering vast numbers into columns and lines. Swab of the land. Bandage of air. Suffocation of cultures. Yet myth has mirth and giggles doing a fly by of the armoured ones. Bomb all you may but the kings are rising. The old are returning. Vast cycle of continuation. Known by few. Untold to masses. Deities unfolding. Princes and princesses of cloud and underwater kingdoms. Rise. Rise. Rise. Dome arches firm bridges. Occasionally eat planes and boats in mysterious triangular oceanic whirls. But who on earth could balance on a tightrope linking two mountains 700,900,600 feet in the air with 8 baskets of golden fruit,87 carrot shaped bread sticks, 10 trays of breakfasts, and two pints of wine balancing on a head? This is surely treacherous. Yet the little beetle in a wheeled vehicle laughs. Bumping over ground us fun fun fun. Greenest wisdom if open plains. Galloping fish with saddles for the prawn dawn riders. Spinning saturating saturated singing sang sung songs. Format unknown.

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