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A parasympathetic parody in a par is neither equivalent to a vineyard crushed into a jar or a hammock in a cartwheeling car in a traffic jam. Human hypothesis having heaped havoc. And mackerel make excellent navigators in shopping trolleys. But putting a kilo of icing sugar into a cup of tea is not that pleasant or customary really. Playing poker with pretty peanuts is a very splendid way to pass the time. But running around and around then jumping over forty nine buses is a feat best left to a two inch worm whose antics blow away the mind through displays of great courage and fortitude and fortitude questioned is neither a fortress nor a frightened framed fashionable fig. Ok then. That was the opinion of Mr. Gerlatki gorilla whose book reading skills and consequent knowledge out did any other primate in the tree cases. Tree cases are breathing books and books bring brilliance and brilliance is not a brillo pad it is a baked button. The travelling traditional tarpaulins are taking terracing to the terrapins to replace the gutter screening. And the little beetle in the car was absorbed in the mind expansion emitting from a voice controlled box. Hahaha the fleas are flying with the elements of the world boxes. Hahah involved in inky ignorant ideology. Haha theory plus theory divided by dice roll equals war of the bugs. Xxxxx momentarily z z z z z at over a load of washing up bowls, ninety three thousand foot trees, a intrepid global goldfish and a little shrew in glasses reading in a six foot chair. Wrapped in a tapestry. Xxxxx parapsychology z z z z z z z z z z z z,.*~_~_~_=+-->€$}_39<830}93}¥[[_+€)(%)£?:-4)()%-%()%. Z

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