Escalating Elephants
Is it not pleasurable to endorse an escalation of elephants using escalators in the tree lined shopping centre? Is it not welcomed the sight of strong strength upon steel rotations? Variable tusk equals variations of moves and downhill the trumpets often sound somewhat obscured. But obscured is not obsolete and obsolete is neither an octagon eating-house or a occurrence of origami playing with the wrappers from the over filled bin. And so the elephants go up and down. Escalating elephants. The leader of this tribe finds the door to power this machine. And adjusts the setting to quick. Then at speed with bags bought and fodder awaiting. Whoosh up and whoosh down. With trunks packed and held tightly to preserve produce bought. In every silver steel there lives a silvery eyed mouse. Whose eeking can be heard across shipping lanes, lakes, shops, towns and cities. Even the darkest angel eagle can say that he or she has heard this cry of rodent. Like eeeeeeekkkk eeeeeeekkkkk repetitive reaching racing ranting remembering really radioactive radical ratios. Ratios are non productive well ironed suits. And bustling around in jams never really was equivalent to swimming nine lengths of tea using a back stroke. Thought the swim suited cockroaches. And that it was said was said and read by the fourteen wisdomatic tree lines, the curvaceously created crescent bushes, the shores of the pies, and the talking table of great magical power. Behold no crystalized pork and mildew bap to a ceiling infested with the breaths of nine ants. And off all went in a balloon. The little cups bursting, the bustling bumpy bouncing buoyant bullfrogs, the bills, the great tall seventeenth century oak tree. Look how far they soar above the trees. Wow. Amazing isn't it? Shall we go eat the biscuit now? Yes. Good. Z Allegiances Z at thirty nine giggling milk bottles jostling and preforming ballet by a door to twelve cartwheeling lambs and carthorses' at a farm event in the meadowland. Xxxx z pinnacle reaches in dark spotted tie. Z
Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2017
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