Thee Wise Men

How the world started, with view in the rear, who did know how the progression along that road ran amidst the confounding curriculum that was illuminated by that school of science, stuck out a tongue. Desiderata desires fell on top to shoes that could thrill thrice to fill. Some how, an atom started smoke. Those were the days, run one out the other in control as in single arm. Choicest chides of Adolph, handle bars of the crossing of Alex - for your Lot will be of the top, fit of an educating, an conquering. Taken by two extremes and mixed up, footsteps of detainees detached, excellence of poise and worthy of praise. Pray tell, obstacles spectacular and more... kick started, scolded and led to where... shoes that could hardly be shined. An rodent of root, and ruse and rule, annexation and anthem, for untouchables arbiter, by both parents royal and masticated gums of mirth. Deep within Mankon, survival touched glasses with the pass-times of God's own people.

AND THUS, THE COMPRESSION OF ANGLES

And so champagne to the campaign rouse the men loose. The losers of the dying exploited till the crying. Shop at the end of the bend, rally street corner Dons and the retreat of retire. But before the known of the kiss, mint and assimilate an arsenal of goners forever. Na so lectures of cats and math at evening announce a festivity beneath the stature of stores... Say who? What? How enthronement of the lifelessness of ore did rinse and rise where that formidable sheen of the bright caged within, could not write. And the ether, the blocks, buildings of the 3+5=8, sun-tan. Above the stance of rodents and implants into the ground weathering without... For within that circle of hands entombed, long ago interred, forgot the passengers paving passage.  Children of the the begotten for letting... The posture of glares slanting, amass energies in confluence and the beat, the heat, and bowl of wings even less in annexation of couloirs, of representation in the grim of grime and Ammon gather together a lost few soul. Say, where event, blood and litanies upon the tablets of stone.
 

The Last Gasp

The decline, the feeling of the falling through uppermost going, "Weeeeeee!" And the saints nod, liking compared to the navigation of the link... As in the the tongues of the heat licked the house down to its very foundations. The cell of an island spoke of the elimination of trans-mutation. Together, together? For the communication of species socialise towards a hierarchy of extermination. The body, the bones, and boost the bile of desire. "Bonny," cried a lass, "never in all the beratement of the brass has a conniving of coroners been known to last." Twelves going on thirteenth, an unknown coven of Osiris in emblem seats everlast.

Folk Lore of Cultural Cookies

For the crown of a cork, snip, snip, a cock and the clouds crow to the announcement of dawn, the priesthood of the aim age. Upon a field in some frozen place far-away from the hindrances of the hearth, generals seasoned by reason state: "people ought to be awared of over-comers." Golden haired gods arrived on breathers fiery and fierce... The garden of an native Potus almost carnal, pagers to pagans carved in various forms of every day bullion... for the periods change and what should have been on the eve can tend to administrate on the morrow. And the learning be continuous, strong hands and maidens in ironhead horns that the thing tends to tame. Personally, nothing international intends to disturb the dusters of the bed, for before the rememberance of November, nails thought on an talisman to the jew. Is your rulers really...? Speak and the knowing of the free. Nigga-knower - entranced by the monuments of the Nile, nodded and pierced palms shown up to the stare of that one eyed statute in the firmament. For what be of the most precious, hears of the gift, to the tossing of Kamikazes!

DANCE

They say the road is full of peril and the night is dark. They say the footsteps throughout the journey last but a moment when the longing does come. They say the shade tire and the reflection of the sheen matyr, they say the aftermath is full of the terror of temptation turn at every corner. They say the heart of the human will darken and harden till the squeeze of an projectile take them home. They say thou shall fail for the fugitives towards the top have been known to lack tops, and can drop, just like that... But they say a lot of things. Had there been a writ of alphabets to equate thus proportions, had they not been attired in the buck? But no such luck, temperature follows its own laws and pressure can be naughty when dashed against the call of humidity. So put on a bikini and avoid the baking blast of the stones... Squirm, for the whim is only diabetic to the absense of sugar, hum a sound, blow kisses to a mate, say you and you and you and you and you, etc, etc, know the rules of the let go, of the boiler let go of a top and the innner consciousnesses. Let them go to sleep and forget the pain of a psycho, or embrace it, or debate and let fall all the steam. Thing is, follow the stream, particular the road and note the rose, know that before the exercise of myriad, there was nothing. And no matter the thinking and trouble, the omniverse hardly will ever even take notice.

Dickens

So after one of the master crossed over with a beaker holding his hand, after some of them notables scrambled to the scribble even with the figurines of the physics attesting to attain, a sound in the afternoon by that maestro had resided and revised tantrums tropical, that son sung a snug, many an un-canny couple to the bedroom of Smaug. African say Queen. And raindrops roll down the skies, blessing insist, for this Terra Nostra all the way to the segments of the run, the sun, the alchemy of that powder and spark. Rasta wranglers, and for the sake of snow, disguises guys and foxes cheering down the path to a stand, a stall mottos - for this should be ours, this great island sprung from the back of the sea. Papa took a step and spelled the question: should death be the beholder? Should the shroud of pass overs enfold the envelope of the conquest? Should thinkers be given their way? Should monopoly play? Praise, pray, for there comes the sinister, there is the opposites just because, and the knowledge of a noun in the contemplation of a lamp, stare at the murk with a blasting the climes. Lava sprouts out the neck of a fan and unto the tusks of time, to the trust of triangles in the Triads. Many a moon has seen an oppressed dangle a key in more than different angles. Different seasons rise and call and many an outward appearance of nature fashion carvings and... The Breath!@

In exchange for flakes

a fly flew into the outer climate and tasted of the anti-climate of being in the lone, loons and goons and roller blades spoke of an emotional sort of concern that tresspassed even transgression and the mis-took of understanding... angels are falling and the stones speakto the skies, the seas ride bikes and being of the elect could call for astral alignment with parallel particles of light zooming in: the port creatures squirm out of the murk, cross eyed and looking for whom to devour, but the tingles of the truth last even when the footsteps
of dawn wear yellow cardigans. nothing could ever really lapse back to sometimes being vulnerable and partaking of mantra with the enthusiasts of creep syndrone. meta physique and a whisper into an ear, hear hear, the sounds have sounds within: she speaks, she says 'I know what you are thinking...." but rainbow banter, how could the ages be so forever?