Lennon on Yeti

Circumstances in true shite, we’re blocking the money from the big guns by rocking clockwise on an axis of leyline mentality stretching three-quarters to the cosmos. Partial to a depth known mostly to mid-degree bricklayers (22 to 33 degrees), one comes to provide and guide in traditions yielding dominant results and not hurting a Sioux. Young muffin brain, your hubris will buy you no raisins. In cinnamon repose we powder-dust laurels of love upon Liverpudlian breast, as grows so too does dark, but ultimately bathes in light once again.

Bashist sphere and neo-glo folds into many more triangulated properties, brought to bear on the spectral vista etched upon the tooth of this Third Grand Parallel. Orwell’s “Myanmar Days” is precursor top purser immerser to this cursor and left none-the-worser. Pipe ship peccadillo chicken race and due and diligent research be DONE MY FRIEND be done and none left for the pickin’. Ham stretch a canvas, Bob, and be quicken my one remain the day a labyrinth of such delicate complexity as to incite spontaneous nirvana. It’s easy.