dot dot highfalutin dot dash indeed

A phenomena misinformed is a mispronunciation of a garbled gargled juice. Only released once. Not twice. Nor three times. In fact the catchment period for enticing a cake is relative only to atmospheric pressure conditions. Obviously whirling! Cantankerous hound on a motorbike with no helmet. How rather silly. But he is a general arch. But not an archway. That would be too clever. And he is a simple general who knows only a sanctified sauce. Like glue it has stuck since birth and like glue he adheres to the codes norms and the values of this region. In a generalistic sense. Whilst resembling a dark chocolate biscuit. With a pointed nose. At a slight left angle. 

Fish tail dance then with a wobble wibble wobble. WOW.
Now look at all the colours.
Clicking clocking heels denote the time. Detonation. But not in a bra. In a child's suit. Plastic wearing earinged chef of chefs. Boiling then cooling and then colouring in an acre tall colouring book on a view on a balcony. Supping. Shimmering fabric of spouse dress. Simmering. 

Pimple pocked pample moose often needs pampering. Just like an overgrown toddler. Stamp stomp stamp then. Cheery cream pie...CHERRY CREAM PIE....In skirts...whirling...Then squashed on top of the delivered cake. In panic and anger at such outrage delivered by the prominent one. In fact the prominent bull in the planetary field often bellowed so loud that the fries delivered upon request and tantrum were blown across the balcony at such haste that they burned little holes in the woodwork and ceramic surround.

To write is to relate and to relate is not to be late or to relay.

It is the opinion of an onion that induces tears to some.

It is the integrity of a small suited potted plant packing a suit case.



And just how intelligent is an underwear drawer, a walk in wardrobe or an acreage of scarves?

Answer that and multiply by a threshold?

Equals what then? = ?

Z decipherment Z – at 3336 spoons to 17,000,000,000,000 pickles in skirts.

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