Tainted Towers Thrashed

Ten ping pong balls on a bed stout brewed in radiators. To exact temperatures of course. Lucifer Christopher cross dangling on beams. In towers. Known but unseen. In clear view of crystal goblets. Chant then chink. Robed ones. Slinging. Slung. Stringing strung. Chambers. How uncharismatic it is to watch. Execution in a turret. Bin often bangs out a rapidly increasing beat so don't wave cutlery in a cave arch of kitchen. Culinary duties are a minority in houses of fine equity. To be sampled is the 19 52 red. How divine. Just another layer on a laughing beetle frame. Bug ones. Wave a seal at an elephant in a mist. Then it will see the paths through the icy crevasses. Notions of a nautical cuckoo clock. Whose designs? The pallid squatting calf from the dark forests. Where cakes are gloriously endowed with cream and cherries. Yum said the turtles. We will form a queue then. But first we must endeavour to ask the question of the heifer as we would like to sample rainbow milk at dawn. Like the 800th planet. Whorl. Wow spinning at left angles in a daytime broth like air. Thick with colours. Sounds if heard are common. Lots of layers in a pie if a sphere. Conditions conditional consecrate conservation *** pow pow pow *** booming banging bringing birthing *** bravery xxxx beam *** love lovely lilacs *** ha xx and arcs of faith are brought to the stone to form an ancient circle *** blanketed boxes *** vaporisation *** colonisation zz. H.e. Xx plinths *** slate flint ochre xx fortitude z. 93% x great many beaded blankets in a line. Good. Great. X