Saturday Story
Cabbage grew ears in a silver basin. How rare! Wow! Exclusive is extremely experienced erotic erogenous errors but tremors can often be counted in the folding, unfolding and refolding of long heavy curtains. A lengthy mist of a vol au vant is not cantering today it is merely discussing a firewall and a bend in a strand of archaic steel. How much like a tortoise shell rug playing on a rig or a ridge. Black is a righteous piteous reading male whose sweeping skirts say prayers to the grounds in a shrouded garden of great wealth and power. It is in the ground. The stumped box. It holds desert writing. In format unseen but seen. And powers wielded are akin to either the vibrancy of a sunlit day or the depths of nights with lashings of red. Boil is said to be the house of the leper lover who leaps through the world's largest kindergarten with mean cruel intentions. Which are carried out by the servants of otters, beavers, lemons, tablecloths, a nd large wading birds who have been extinct for over a thousand years. When entering this abyss of fakery be wise to carry a small wooden pie case. It is the case that will assist in case one is apprehended by the sea lion spook and spoon face spectres who roam around the hallways, passageways whispering doctrines to demonic deities. Defy no design from a lit up glow of two hundred mile building. From which one can step onto the moon. Glitter glittery glow. And wealth sprinkled but kept. Many bowls of rice daily. But many king prawns in golden garb smiling in silver soups. Carbonated deoxyribonucleic acid of societal ideology placed. Conformed. Constrained. But comfortably calm. Grinning. With tons of teeth. Glowing. In flowery clapping multitudes. Wow. A vascular vicar vulture victoriously vanquishing vaporised valleys. But a tall stem of a mushroom tree can be baked in a stump in a cave. Then the patterns drawn. Connections. Creators. Chambers. Caverns. And a dusty rusty wheel in an arch resembling a goblin in a hood. Sacred of shrine. Showing shoving Dapidared sap. In a dustbin shouting help help help. With a pretty little bracelet on a thin wristed lid pointed southward shouting sing sing sing. But buttons butter biscuits. Danger fraught hazardous zones enclosed encapturing enslaving Slavic cognates. This includes a minotaur, a meteorite and a monosyllable muttered. All kept in a cage. Glassed cage. Many lines cross. Explosive device of alarm system. Beep. So run down a vertical drop quickly then. Go on. Great. Hahaha known knife kneading ka. Hahaha destitution demon demonstrated destructive designs. Hahaha leaping cloth carrying a car. Xxxxx haemoglobin Z that was the latest bulletin from the p y q from the land of the snouted snore. Bake that in a pie and serve then. Xxxx z
Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2016
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