Tractors For Russia

walking the way of the freckle face boy one and only one verdict comes to mind nobody knows who is calling the shots various factions reluctant to spill the beans well things have a force of their own a constant reminder for Prince Bingo jackpoteer to the crowned heads of Europe the shibboleth at the end of the gallery swatting his kabob of 5 ruby scepter optical organ of an animate being at the angry sparrows circling his head in order to act you must know the game board blindness not being a desirable avocation safe bet your conclusions are erroneous naught in one eye naught in the other one meaning one instant another the next meanwhile the scalar magnitudes whir and clank raising the alarm in all the dank cellars location location location all is comparison according to reports from the lunatic fringe self-proclaimed artisans of the next Golden Age just around the corner any day now a tall order obviously a job for Hollywood an acre of advertising space and bingo geopolitical turmoil none of it random speaking for the spirits of the trampled having fallen upon the Fangs of Gargantua making us all want a life made merry needle of the good-o-meter pegged in the red but how can the numbers ever be pretty if the dark blast mechanics get to them first one is then prompted to often inquire what is the reality behind the reality for enthroned spiritual loan sharks charging usurious access fees to the playground of abuse when atoms come together in a forced manner