Astang

I can't so joke or play or waste much time until I know whether the english man is dealing magic or pun the mustang horse or mushroom rice or beans or moon or even sometimes absorb her whims or whether yesterday things were both nationalism and patriotism and hope of many, many, many peaceful world or astang- Or what do you think is solicitation in fantasy and mystery except sometimes the woods is a glimpse nightmare leaning skeleton of some of our whims?, or glass or something in the mustang horse?, I can count how many times the moon is a reign is an english rumour or whisper, tis neither too blue or old or black, yes astang?.