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versatile vapourisation

Mountains mourn a mildew. Such a deity of prowess. What a cumbersome lot those pickles. And oh look there, a pretty formation of moths in a tree. Thunderbeds are ghosts. And who would count the moondrops on a snowy day or discuss eradicating fortresses of beef cutlets with a sabre toothed tiger. Near a fountain lies a nine diameter Böblingen whose official offices dormantly address fields to practice bowling rolling bombs. Such a genetic circus of many many fabrics. But fabricated stories are often hazardous and must be cancelled by the stampede of the mongooses whose visionary skills are most welcome as they place truth at the heart of many fable. So never attempt to ski in a wok or a greased frying pan. When a ladle shaped lady dresses for a ball the other gowns shudder for out of the ladle can come great comedian strengths to alter and shape the bow lines of many a tyrannical shark. Pretty patterns are non evasive and simply not very practical for a duck buffet at a canal. Whilst caramelising a grasslands into a glamorous pie is going to produce a huge hole. Gaping an iridescent land dew. Grabbing and tainting the earth domes. And giving no light to a femur in a leopard print portrayal. Yet when five hundred and forty two millipedes gather to sing a fantastic aria of eh non plus it is time for feasting. May the meetings of minds become magnificent in hue shape and form. And never let it be said that sausage meat us less intelligent than a sausage roll as shrouds are hiding and shielding great brains. One two three caterpillar then. On a road. Tree trod stood. Tall tree waving frantically whilst a fat gnome grins at a lone star in a beating heartbeat of bass guitars whose rhythm produces godlike processions and process is accomplished in a boardroom of effortless flight. Blue hubs akin to fireflies. Emus are resting. Flamingos are jumping in a line. And snakes are sipping wine. When on a boat look in all directions as neither holds mire importance or sway than another. Tis a 360 degree view. Viewed from a single atomic bomb. How light and incredibly refreshing! However the dark beasts of the prowling eyes of caves arrive at the same moment as a sunshine shower. Discriminate not a leaf of great colour as harmonics can even be found in a bin. And when full who would dare to argue with a six inch rapper. Tapped. Tapping. Trapped. Trapping. Tic tac toe. Talking. Takes. Tripping. Triple. Tip. Top. Too. Tools. Traversing. Xx zebras Isa Zen zenith xx vaporisation xx

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