Bringing Baskets

When the old ancient bridge kisses the star surround the orbital energies smile and slip into a pleasant pattern. Its marvellous to encounter a rising formation of wingspan on a sunny day yet sunken are the earwigs whose reign is due to cease. So clap clap clap then and drive the horses down roads and lanes. Millipedes ignored in favour of a large crocus who pushes her way through the thick soil to display her beauty to the sleeping realms. People placing and pen pushers are preoccupied with finance dates. Daily drudge and dredging of the societal lakes to bring forth extracted silver and gold from even the poorest of inhabited streams. Bursting arrives the hidden golden chair in a sky world. Its colours are blinding in many hue, shape and form. Derived from ancient texts these vimana have come to assist at this time. For ut is said, foretold and written so shall it be. Take no sunflower from the ground no more. Twirl no snake in a knot. Queuing is often hazardous so avoid the tenders rich in iron. Exotic. Explosive. Expulsions. End. *** dig drop dig. Digital draping dramas deliver dramatic dogs. *** and now I will paint a pin and dance to the calls of the inner inherited realms. *** fortifications *** baskets