Gravitational Philanthropy

Turtle tuning tap. Or a turtle beach. Organisational skills are rife in a sea horn. But duties of a seahorse are to prepare the vast banquets which can spread for many miles over many an ocean floor. Diva divinatory code. Mannequin. A depersonalization of a dragged out pully in a yard brush there lies a hymn. Bacon backwards bringing Belorussian bellowing bison. And a twirling fairy leaning in a breeze. Laughing. Loving. A bistro is a capable source of enlightening entertainment. Particularly when the veil is attuned to a set formation of marble architecture. Oh hahahaha sweep swept sweltering sweat swim. How rather remarkable it is to witness a concrete chatting to a house or a hotel. Such ease. Such divulging. But a diversion is neither a division nor a dilemma. So place several serving dishes in a neat line. Preferably near a basin ship. And a mason is neither a basin nor a painting. Pop a pop a seed ho bang bang bang and cry to the wailing watery Mystical moons who come to eat and consume for to consume is to carry cones around. Hahaha jumping junipers hahahahaha steel stacked sepia straws. And a deal. Xxxxx rest not rant. Xxxxx vertical optical illusion xxxxx 900 bikinis 'on a dust trail. Course created centre. And a very tired bean grinning half asleep in a hammock. Xxxxx epicenter epic. X philanthropy x gravitational z