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A philosophy of dialing a piece of cake
is the most unlikely business in the world.
Closets 'but' no cigar never met with succulent
salmon. This in cyberspace. In order
to combat that problem, shatter the myths
of our scenario. Admit and fully utilize
the use of the first glance (a depth inhabitable
in spite of the din). Silence, we must assume,
once thinking was respected and not treated
as a superstition, aimed at a better circulation.
An ocean of assembling says, enough lox.
Give that sexuality a drill. Now is taken
out of verbal articulation. In its bed, strangers
most sought after model promises one body:
Hercules mastering the network. Attacking the
rigidities of organization in Hebrew. Even
extending political availability to the only
chartreuse hoosier in the box who came out.
His body, under gods sampled and treated
outside the physical boundaries of the body,
a drifting voice and eyes carnival duality
get busy blue bottles shiny smile. Clearly
interplanetary, sea elephants do look good,
but for nature's alien otherness, an elaboration
dusted among uncomprehending souls who bark
at the stars, unscrew your capability of absorption
in order not to dissovle. I don't know what
traditional Udu music sounds like and I don't
know anyone who does. The important
thing for me is coming from a true spot;
it is just by accident I've been thrown out
on a small platform. Wake up, for christ's sake!
Andrew is sprinting through the addresses
of the dead. You've got to stop him! The future
is suffering and we're caught smack dab
in the poopoo. "I am a singer from a humpback
whale. I tell stories in another language."
With much amusement, the pumpkin
continues to ripen top the fridge. Hey, elephant!
Bet you can't be orange as me! ('Was this
really Elvis speaking?') What kind of timbre
did they use? Did they sing highly? Did they
sing loudly? Did they sing ornamentation
more rapidly? 'We are telematic nomads . . .
We come in peace . . .' The elephant turns red,
then blue. Not a delicate rice offering in sight.
He or she doesn't, thankfully, turn orange.
The pumpkin eater picks up the spoon and
dips it gently into the pumpkin. My team
has developed a new logo and image for
these nomads, with splashy graphic packaging.
We plan to gorge the elephant slowly
with pumpkin from the midwestern states.
The lesson: Children measured in the same
proportion as pumpkin should be happy as oxen.
Hold on. Charlton Heston 'is' a) Moses b) the
Woolly Bugger c) John Tesh d) all of the above.
Once awake, monks in monasteries and
children on the street hard sell hysteria, as both
structural and anti-structural, receiving the
implements of their profession. As far
as the rest of the stars are concerned, they
understand shopping and then arriving
at the check-out to charge. The elephants, in
the meantime, become meaner by the minute.
Their trainer despises the circus boss, often
muttering between acts, "'Maximum' volume,
ye elephants. We'll kill the bugger yet!"
He gives his elephants a bouncy improvisational
treatment they like and adore him for.
It's an interesting marriage of East and West.
Goodnight sweetheart, goodnight. Please
call me. Please.