The Peeling of Snails In a Queue

The sheer art of peeling a snail is akin to rubbing moth balls in one's eyes. To feel and sense with such ambidextrous wisdom is often not that wise. And of course plain hazardous. One's mental sanity can best be preserved by nodding in agreement thus not allowing any turmoil to exist. In a floating membrane there can be many colours so paints must be rearranged alphabetically to not cause confusion. It us the will of a cloth to clout dust. And trust is often stagnant when placed in rows. Documents arriving to call time on a neglected front. Good. The mere prowess of a supernatural wallaby is derived from the simplest of string bows. Whilst rabbis often enjoy racing in sand dunes. It is to be ascertained at this moment in this era that a spun yarn is tarnished and onions jumping from ships are best left in dingys to float alone. On and on an up and up. Down and down and round and round. A voluminous cake in high heels causing a sensation in a tree lined street. Bickering horses pass over the tableaux and all is motioned with the booming cluck from a forty foot chicken. A congested area can seal many secrets of secretion for the antics of an ant man and a silver fox woman can and will be baked in a line of sugar coated biscuits. So chant then. Sing then. Dance around. Annihilate the frogspawn leaking from a house. In a nice posh voice ask Mr Speaker to run around with his many legs and forty foot antennae. This will be applauded by the global fish faces. Great. Gobi then. Oval Office occurring on oceans. Xxxxx milk bottle calling xxxxx trepidation table xxxxx zoological Z paleonticalogical p y q