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A synchronised swan chime is very pleasant in a cool breeze but sampling an electric blanket supper is just not that amazing. Nor is it justifiable in a spring turreted garden. Gardeners grabbing gates greedily getting geraniums. And general gnome stands up to fish. Oh great. Sheer divine luxury in a field of a bed. Beetroots should be avoided at all costs less they should have talons and talons are takers and takers are tyrannical tyrant types who typically talk in a stripe. So pit on a lilac coloured long tall dress and kiss the buds from the growth. Undergrowth spots a curl in a divinatory weave. Oh woven ones please rise to assist the mud who is baking in an incorrect pattern. Circular chant of effortless cloud clapping. Release no dog to a disco bowl. And cease to chin a chin in a china cup. Wow. Noodles niggling. Giggling. Wiggling. But no worm. Clouds of patterned miscellaneous information swings north south and east in a fabric turret of inner mind. How rather acrobatic. Wow. Wield no weapon of a teaspoon for the trays will become very upset and cry. It is the contemporary contemplation of a benign fruit tree standing in the middle of a busy road. How loud the traffic flow. How hard the concrete claves. Always put the paintings in a point. To create shields. Now waltz in a semi circle and sing sha la la la to a very large bird with an ample bust. Wise wishing waiting wanton womanly whisk. And a printed floral avenue of curses. Should be rather entertaining and remarkable really to underpin an underworld to gain insight and access albeit briefly, to a televised monstrosity of noise emblems. Seas of ice cream served. Countries are clapping. But no caps. No capped interest, deficit or percent. And no taxable income ever really moves in a room so don't put papers in a heaped conical format. Rather like a radio. Rather like a fusion of fishes. Swirling. In riots worldwide. Police no hockey boards. And clasp no metal orifice either. Translate transaxle twice transferring the taco's tracking trailers. Mystic sin bin. Wow. Now put on a very smart hat and smile. Interesting isn't it? And fat jackals on drums can never be trusted with any drawing pins. Ever. So ever decreasing circles reach the plasma beta waves of the patio where is the fountain. There are some doors here. Sages and magi and other religious deities are here. Knock then. Go on knock. Here is Alteron. He is dressed in a long garment. With a flowing white beard. Quite ornate really. Hello alteron. How are you after all these years? Tha k you for the waters from your fountain which have replenished. And now i can see into the flames. The water. The ground. And the sky. Aerodynamics of atmospherical aura then. That bull is writing nonsense. And that mongoose is travelling the wrong way down the waters. How very rude of it. So now is to see and to see is not to shove, shunt or brake. Nor is it to bake a loaf of bread whilst carrying a jug of jiggling wine. Bayaha bang bang bang. But no boom. And no bookshelf looking at the carpets. Hahaaa many a teapot leap from a high shelf. Haha no drawing room draws. Xxxxx horticultural z. And that was the latest news from the p Y Q REPORTING ON THE APPROPRIATE MOTORWAY *** z. Z.

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