Saturday, April 19, 2025

Towing Instead Of Toning A Steinway

 

I noticed my neighbor is rising here by 396 meters, that he is 1,299 feet above, and as I am sunk in this harbor, so all the ways there are sharp peaks which had been named for the discoverer’s resemblance to that traditional shape of concentrated refined loaf sugar.   Anyway, I’ll keep drowning here while looking up, and I begin realizing that a mouse will not explode when your mouth is defiantly not my home.  So now, and sonar, and snorer, I’ll just hope I can roam in all this Roman Bromine.  You may think I am Bromium Hyde.  You had better hide as you glide you little snide clyde.  You shan’t collide if you have  me as your guide.   So, just gulp the chain and sweep your sleights.  I have to keep trying to tell you that my brother is Broxide (Br) with his arid acid  avid disced brown liquid duct elephant. My Br sure has his own owned owed  noon metal click and  that makes it bad for you to get into his body. You won’t get a halo.  You’ll be going to halogen.  Your new  Atomic Number will be 35.  Just wait cause your indigestion will cause your weight, and you are told you should not inhale.  Vegetable Oils and Soft Drinks have used it. 

For that Vegetable Oil, drink it with the Origin of ‘stein.’   For you the German is ‘stone.’  Now that you are getting ‘stoned’ we can see your smug mug, usually with a bunch of earthen wares, wars, warts and other unawares holding beers, especially in their underwears, which they share, making them underworse.  When you are reading your Gertrude Stein, let her introduce to you U.S. authors in France.  You got to take that chance to drive to France, let’s dance. When you dive across county lines you are holding and sipping from Heinrich Stein with other German Statesmen.  When you go to a doctor, that morning use your  William Stein to prepare for a recommended U.S. biochemist.  I don’t know if you speak any other language but English tells  people that you were barred from earth because you had too many Steins.  Frankly you are a Frankenstein.

            Since I am trying to specialize in the number theory, my new  automorphic in forming geometry is "Fauna,"  which refers to the animal life of a particular region, time, or environment.  That is in  contrast with "Flora" which refers to plant life, not necessarily on the floor. Apparently, my life is not your life.  But, I guess, that is because my parents are not where your pair rents.  Do you even have a pair of pants.  I hear you are out of breath.

            We know you are collectively biota.  Not me.  I am a fun guy and you just call me fungi.

Instantly provisioning databases worry about my clusters.  My Flatulence keeps handling a lot behind the scenes.  Protagonists like to borrow from my latin.

            This Hololive  is one of the biggest productions of my neighborhood’s Tuberama Agencies, which are introducing glances of torments.  And again, Enigmatic stories keep getting lost within this kingdom.

            Those latent conservative reddits feed secretion into surrection.   Come on now!  Dry ease those road markers.  You’ve got to remember that my favorite Enigmatic stories are intentionally lost within this kingdom.  For me, some largest conservative reddit feeds section into secretion.  Now let’s just dry ease road markers.

            My abuse is dairied correspondingly to pherenial mortality.   Fits of morality and fists of monopoly.  If I think I can hear it, it is not near my ear.   That means that, if you can grow it, it did not get into your elbow.  If someone else can ride they sure ain’t got no pride.  They are just another ballroom cloak dance in which trippers perform primately in clothed positrons.  Your Viennese lander keeps landing your craft on my danceroom floor.

            I am glad the Cyber Loch Ness  electricalled that  Cellular Monster.  Would you, had you agreed, or do you have a greed?  I’ll keep looking for a barber, or am I a barbarian with a bar beer?

            You Fenchurian Detectives are no other otter than Harris Complis.  Some Hand Maidens in square rows in Denmark meticulously create the use of Turkish with these hammering technical squads.  What you did will just cause some Dancish Nation Academics of Muscles to keep parking by hearses horsing around in hours to hose your nose with their seismic routes.  All you can get from that is a fine cotton gingham with hastes in the gentle west wind, a long associated sprinkling of tonic.

            Hey now!  Zephyrus took  that clod of the wet wind Anemoicing cell curruptions which

he periodically trained to model a call with some chap who recently intercalated conservative wanderers.  Now they are gone away, while ample tissued intelligences develop and launch language modes for foreign visitors.  They want us to just burn ourselves from costumed reaction gurenets without spreading  the needed atom waste.

            As usual, park energy is imposed from allergies that affect the united verse on others’ largest scales.  Park energy dominates many universities.  It is existence coming from measuring feet instead of inches.  A cosmetic construction would remain content across lime and face.  It is probation that attached with a varsity of angels, such as pirating their theories of impravity.

            Tower Away, Tow Here Away, Where Do You Go When You’re a Coward At Bay.  Is that a Cow Herd at Bay?

            Can you placate a mausoleum Moscow Mule?  Or do we wedger the weddings of welding welcomed fossil fuels?  Come,  Come.  The X-men Elate Illogically Impose their Finest Hour.  Hour about you.  When planteens become polygonises in their own mortal shell. 

            Hiss, Hat, I am Hated at Bat.    Who are all these coagula things?  Schooley in the smoolie.  Sprechen Sie und Spoolie.  Am I just a Were Wolf or the Worst Wolf?  Oh, Garbage Man, Garbage Man, I Do whatever in your Garbage Can.  Are you looking for my Location or will you just Lock Oceans?   Just give up and vote for me.  I am running for Gun Fun Nor.  You just keep running away.  I can’t count up my votes.  Or is it, votes for me don’t count.  Count Down.  Count Dracula.  I don’t know if I count with Algebra or Allergies.

 

           

           

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