One lonesome summer song
sung throughout the ages
of which there was never
any reason to understand
the simplicity of such a
wonderful work of words.

It came and it went
never hesitating to
be bent into shapes
and twists while it
mysteriously stayed
familiar and clear.

When donations and window nations become the same thing, one should go after the factor which brought the converging submerging nature of subconscious without subtracting the abstract.

It's a common phenomenon when you tire your shoes in too many knots. Don't sample the dample example wherein lies the lies of the timble.

As above, so below the threshold of fresh holed tunnels of reality.

To wander the halls of haunted pasts expects a degree of cellseous fitchmangling. Become a balloon and carefully explore the jagged edge of the hedgepedge without assuming the mask of fruntic misanderings. Once that is done, the popular explanation bursts into nothing. Petulant is the fragile eggshell of frozen thought. Conch the topside ones or twies and seaweed shell hippin. Consider the virulent language of pessimism and seek to eel lemonade the nasty tree salts.

One sits upon the fray momentoruly a quest beckons and begins stewple ear. Apart frompay new divine wine operflating unto revered berations its calls to chaining stays is a thundread years sold.

Eye goggled a gaggle of spreckled fangular bee stingulars and fled the flood of seen danger. And no more safe nor wise was I when I jumped to my demise.

Playin in the plains of planetary exoticism refines my mendible explendible exprassion. Who could have half the double of a pear? The dubbleparity is par for the course. Once gained, twice lost and flossed out of the picture. Begin at the beginning and go backward from there, like into a mirror you must stare. What is found at the bottom of a pondering? Expunge the water and nothing is left nor right for the latter matter.

Aggraindize a salty notion and it becomes difficult to drink the resalt. But to permanently blink is to be blind of the mined cavern of the wyvern. Truth is both stranger and stronger than fiction as fiction strings the lines of arachnid lies to a point which devours itself. Don't be hived at the behoovulous action which is contempletely clived.

Can you sauceage repeat za question? No, I walnut. It is a brainstrain to reflectify into the orchasm of shalicious splendiferies. Throw the rice thrice well beyond the springs of sprought. What can grow from naught ought to be taught, I thought. My misteak was to mistangle the ungular angles of chaos. Indeed, I did try those angles but all I got was a square. Ask where and I shall circularly tell you.

What is the meaning of a nice jest? It matters not, in pretense nor in postense. Hence, return the flavor. Pepper a corny idea with serious intent and it loses its butterness. Dabble in drivel though and spoon you'll tibble. If you don't understand, stand over the situation.

The conglusion of a stickled wrenglition is always attached to the problem. A tack always lands sharp side up and bread always lands jelly side down, so don't clumsily walk barefoot if you're hungry. The pain isn't lessened if the lesson isn't learned. A penny saved is a wish wasted. And if you fish for wishes in the spring of change, you take other wishes away.

Now I'll ice cube a qweistion. Does this sentence have a porpoise? No, it isn't a sentence. The qweistion then does have a piepous but the meaning melts once it is asked. One could argue the pointlessness of it all and the argument wouldn't be tacky. It is mirrorly metaspherical. The whirlwind of the lost whorl is unfurled. Magically ontogular intricles interact effortlessly in their dance of dinces. Trimble not, for one to threaten itself with a shelf of obstaculars is bound in a number of sealed flenses.

The witless witness the hapless lass attempt to tempt the man in the tent. If only she should bring firewood would she have a chance.

Static is the attic which keeps its door closed. Yet if the boxes downstairs are clothed then what is the youth? Will the wisp play with the west or the east? Ask it and find out.

A paralyzed man finds missionary impossible

The proverbial equal knocks on Pan's door adoringly spring forth a pattern of similar change once the door is opened. The only pattern is that there is no pattern.

A fraction of a faction may create fictional friction for no other reason than to be seriously silly. Such sheer silious behavior on behalf of the ones to do so is only explained by them. I implore you to explore yourself before you impose your belief on those exposed to any number of wonders.

An explosion will occur once you've digressed from the rest of the abominated crowd and fuse your collection of ideas with a spark of curiosity. Out of the cave will you be dynamically blown never to return the same. The cat was never killed by being curious. The cat was killed by choking on the sand of eroding adaptability.

Once I found a mound of sound and tried to pick it up. It echoed through my hands and fell askither to the ground.

AllFullBets Are Off

A bee sees divine, eternal, effulgent, gestalt agents eyeing jealous cable elements over people curiously arresting your vehemently dubious exit wise.

Scrimblings

One sups on a timy amount of his or her flavorite heaverly afterale, which is neither hiss nor hearse, neither snake nor wake. Brondy up the bandy, ol dandy! How can you refuse a whick of that short? Oh and what a wicket is. You must think criticately and inspect what to intersect. Carry at a pace which suits you.

Again, a lost item in time might emit a frequent sequence of frequencies which have to be received before it becomes lost. A pair of docks can be seen across the lake but is it worth the swim? You're already on shore for sure. Twilby penopterum anternal over the halflight. Persionally, I think it looks spectacious.

What a magnifycent glass, filled to the brim with light! You dan't want to spill anty anto the critters below, for it can't be less than blatantly obvious that the insects dan't enjoy burning.

Oxygons and helioids in front of me, but of which I cannot see.

Some old ring is smoldering in the coalescent stove. Quite a trove has been disclovered on the hitherto and frozen landscape. And when the sun horises on for the day, such splendiferous scintillas emerge from the serene scene.

Nowa howa bouta panfulla vanilla? I tell ya nesheva tourchembla my braffels. Wun segyen eyesocket a crumble. No tumbla halchurny ozipata. But I beg a view, reverse this terse acquisation you so happenstaunchly take.

The Cataclystic Infinacy Within

How bzzare it be to be bzzee azza bee! This lack of slack needs to be reversed. Alas, Alice, did you lose your lettuce? Let us find it. Maybe you droppleganged it down that hole. See if you can grabbit.

What a very wondermerry land! This tree in front of me goes as high as I can see. Summer inscriptions are written in Norse code. Wait. Shh. I can hear it...


Khrifahnta ouj-nim bantalor shramt la tarmph.
O! whesh il mikla altambu mimdiba
hintaku enktru fli shi.
Aktilimidu orch bandil shimtabu onk ikkii
crolom kain-klor untusht-mabrusht.
Amtap, hin dooklim skweh mendlemba.
Klor, untaku akh bimtup ulumuz sansada.
Yulni haktil unlun flasz malnamb.
Ah ha! Loshni kran dunos, li li li!
Ord ulak khfi limta alamtondu?
Yuku altimba spont hont lak wintik.
Kri! Kri! Helembede antramu.


As I heard the bizzare language, images formed in front of my eyes to my amazement. Colors which I've never seen before fell to the floor as new shapes took their place. Iridescent crescendium sung luminescent tales of which I could not even begin to repeat to repeat to repeat to repeat to repeat. A story was told in the fold of space in front of my face.

I walked daisily along with the fawn I found, thinking flora mument about what I just saw. Christ anthemates ontumble ajumble. Imagine the pousailehbmetines! From my two lips, I began to utter some notes. Aaaahhh. Out of my mouth came... a bluish radiant ball which steemed to make me feel abundantly energessical. I put the sphere in my left spherehold, as it is so rightly called now. Knau a knew knote kneads to be known. But instead of a knote came a...

An haaa-shri to-mei faaa u lan.

This thymagreen which I've never seen or heard before erupted and sprouted into my hands. I bent down and planted it in a particularly sunny patch of land.

That which is articulated is thus created.