Veiled Ouroboros Vs. The Blessed Sacrament

When up top, down below. When left below, wear lifts. When scooted left, spout Rush. When nudged right, Colmes poem. When thrust far, arrive near. When coaxed near, pan far. Got boots, scoff sandals. Doff sandals, das boot. When approached with red, counter green. When swallowed by blue, orange you glad for upheaval. And when usurped by purple, don’t be yeller.

Shreemp dinner for four, modern banter pallette, we confused honor for dolorous dip depth dyspeptic pawner, a return on investment parlayed into a consistent whole of reason, logic and trite theorem. The original systems adhere to a line of curvature so encumbered with the mass of through-finite time that obsolescence was a given from the start. But have a heart, ye stalwart mulligan, this populace swept up in a crud cake of greed bears nil resemblance to ethereal ideal. Whoop whoop, there’s woe in them Jimmycakes!

Substrate Theory for Mock Eel Pie

As directly as I can take upon my own thought strands so as to convey this linear detail, I have understood this to be intergalactically absorbing via cosmosis--the monochromatic light from an infinite medium without polarized components, bearing the nature of shiitake in the thin-film growth of its folds and corn starch and ginger for surface-bound reactions brimming large with hot peanut oil and the reconstituted texture of forged Anguilla. Bake for 15 minutes at 425°F until pastry puffs up brown, then 45 minutes at 350°F.

Coltish Machinations of the Lord

They brought me up at six, diligent soldiers of the low gun nation, an early suppose with minimum repose, dubbed early morn, and I knocked at the pearly score until the clams finally lost, and one citizen mollusk brought back to lustre with spit and grease and a few precious ounces of shine juice.

Get out the word, Dutch. Bring prithy and Gwynny or haphazard the effin’ fool who steals the sand guinea dollar shatter dream pocket nightward, keels back to find puka shell memory and a strand of buy-none get-none bond royalties. Capsize dolt ethics, pocket skyward taught medial skill set mendicant bonescape, or the saints, starching gin, while mobile Maurys stand attentive with the sordid scoop.

Orzo rice folly and Ouzo dreams, your slight and gauzy ballyhoo, blink thrice and tell me the image is in sync with the vision and/or/if the viewer. If not, curry up the guts to squint. That slit window is your chance to flatten earth, to retrograde from 3D to the transcendental dimensionless, where the only coordinate is a single immeasurable pinpoint of existence. Wet Speed and Waffle Toss, next three concurrent Thursdays.

Commerce Bleeds Like a Thick Syrupy Bronze

Deep encoded in the little seeping brains the germ of a germ in diminutive sprout terms the smallest of small but hardly theoretical, a first cause style pro-thrust in being that locomotes the heliotropic chain of which I bear witness as a current link. In finer form MikkaKat tends garden and MikeMaynurd tells tales of monk chivalry. HarHaarHaruka spins gold from mustard gone to seed and Lescow and CupolaJoe hark the herald angels bee sting.

You’ll find no solace for the cold corrosive now. Yet each passing noggin brings new perimeter statistics to the bean-counters of yore, yar, I be pirate? Drill down to the wording of the content and you’ll clearly see that the pretext outweighs the message and the imbalance can be weighed in metric tonnage. Foster these concerns, the absolute, the façade, the regal dressings of a ripe faux reality. And then, schism.

Sustenance, Albeit for Vermin

Near-radical crux-mongers brought the conversation to a point on the axis not unlike reams of dark material shredded like nesting for the big hombre crows. Deleterious nuts and factor in the hoopla and you’ve got a stretch of presuppose as long as the government is width. In the happy stances circumspect we breathe anew your concepts of wonder, spew on those systems that smite us, and bring top-side solutions to each and every hoary product.

Put it on display, and the trollop doth follow, pure in breed and honest vacant in supplicancy to the very man mallow allowed. Breech up, Pablo. This is the system, that one you ran for, you sighed for, you sized up the man for, and whatfor, Dumbledore? Sheet. Four-ply. Nature scene. And the eventual return of the Dominator. That’s all part of the negotiation that was made originally from four to six starforts in cross-communication via filament wire. Boston’s allies planted the most relevant information in kegs around the time of the Tea Party which remain to be revealed like Joseph Smith in the desert. And then you’ll eat three kinds of pie.

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.

Approximate Weight in Layers

Wherein the principles of dissection provide such cross-sections as for the examination in remedial study of pig, shark, even cat, would someone please have the decency to render a system that would more accurately calculate our human weight in terms of the layer, not cake, nor red velvet, cross pieces like Biesty and such with cows in the New York art museums. Flavinoid tip of the waggy-dog hat to the blossom top rant that cleft the flower enigma, chipped dry by the powers that once would cherish it.

To redress, embrace, retrace, and ultimately project, we must first form a vertical hierarchy allowing for film and TARE discrepancies in layer weight. Thinly-sliced and packed with genetic information, crimes will unfairly be measured by the weight of the whole sample and not just the DNA weight, adding to lengthy jail times. I have told this to half a dozen of the country’s top people, and they misrepresent their presentation of this information to the nation’s capital. But if they know it, and I know they do because I told them, why aren’t they telling me as a citizen about it? Because I already know it? Wetzelclog and LittleWerbBoy will tell you the same.

At the Lawrence Juber Invitational

Members only got up that morning, and the rest had a siesta in Tatooine’s dual suns. They tore about and found the originals in a stockpile of lard, greasy sums of sweat extracted for a poor dog left behind in the nuptials. We tugged our collars and tore the branding from our shirts to generate a truly arbitrary neutrality, giving ballast and lambasting Gibbons, naturalist Euell and the Ballard of sci-fi, J.G.

Oh, he’s a fine one, alright—a factor of friction whose abrasiveness knows no viscosity, whose measures work in direct opposition to metrics, whose very essence teams with breem and carp. You mark that. I’m telling you now strange wonder to mark that. Remember the so-called “fine hooch” at the hoosegow.

Better Than New

Six to eight tentacles, waving synchronous, latent ambient sentient systems, with the flag waving, and marching on, this is the worthy vision of tomorrow’s mortals. Breached upon like toast to beans in farthing’s England, these heroically inured drones mix plaster to the tune of “Garden Party” or “One Tin Soldier.”

Structure Marred by Rebel Molecules

Stricture, that is those fibrous optics governed by elements of the electrically neutral, though covalence and convalescence tell tales of brave dimethyl Homeric radiant rods and cones nee components (wudda jerkfish?) and fated jewel encrusted dip a double pip a heart and spade. Condensing bound states and resonances, to presto boil and upon us lives the figment. Behold, then, the picometre sandwich, with most generous slices of Avogadro’s avocado.

Scientia, the knowledge, Sophia, wisdom, Soolaimon, the wings of a flea. Learned Man of the Marshlands, be in thy name a sprig of fact-laden mint, chewed, ruminated, burst fresh-like with the scent of knowing. Mute new year of promise, that is all, the one true figment of Newton’s imagination, elation, the happiness dwells and gives off the good grinny grin power.