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Multiply a horseradish with a jar of mustard and gain what exactly? A pickled onion? A beetroot? It's simply quite fascinating the divination of an oven glove. Materialistic bacon joints in a suit can often jump very high in the air. Above the clouds of course. Naturally. Interesting isn't it? The equilibrium of a soup spoon cannot live in a right angled triangle but a circus tent in a kitchen can be very very entertaining indeed. As the lights from a cup spin in robotic circular rhythms it is then time to prance down a hallway holding a small number of items. And here they are. Twenty-five fish bowls, an arena in a casserole dish, and a lint cloth. But of course one must adorn oneself with a scent of the finest secretion. A nice aroma. Pleasant isn't it? Great. Apple calling knock knock bing bong. And a grinning backward flipping pig says hello to giant birds, horns in a field and a forest, paws with bananas and an igloo based penguin sends smoke signals to seals so don't dance anti clockwise in that dress or you may fall over the tables. A floor brings gratitude to a leaf. And a seed is watered gently to ensure even growth. And now. And then. And often. It is to be ascertained that a curtain pole dancing to electro guitar is very fashionable. Stylish even. Buttons baking breaded boiled baps. Pickled papayas playing polo. Aliens athletically aesthetically aromatically arriving. And a jar of milk sings to the orange juice on the breakfast table. Peruse news then? Pleasing pink whale in a frilly dress and waving to the Coriolanus in a corset. Haha and animalistic anarchy and not only for the sake of the entertainment. But a great holiday in the house. And now sleep. Z z z z z then wake up. Good. A rake in a cottage is akin to a spade in a tea cup. *** multifunctional and multidimensional si go multiply. Pratagonistical Z