Stratva An Octahedral Octave Wow

When and if a dribble quaver bears an octave and stands on a score one must elevate sound to ninety-eight beats a second for to succumb to a moderate tempo is to work oneself into a crescendo. Wow. Work of art then. Tinkling interludes and a big bass drum. Pointing and pouting at musicians with a seventeen acre stick in the air does not create a vastness. It merely creates a pantomimed action. And seven hectares means an acorn shaped accordion so don't wear a piano pin to a rehearsal. Trample not a trombone. And behave appropriately at a waving weaving web of musical performances. Ding lang a loo loo then. Wow. Fantastic froggy frees frameworks. And a misted multiplication in a single key. Laughing. Hahahahahahahahaha and now spin around. Soup style. Interesting isn't it. But an octagonal orifice of an octave is an operatic theatrical octopus. Dig no shrine under a melodramatic bus then. And fashion is not a fable nor a fragmentation. Xxxxx piñatas pinning picturesque piccolos' xxxxx harmonisation Z with a double bond of C.