As My Mood Pulled Away From The Store

 

              As the sun pulled away from my snores and I nose that the moon stunk slowly at its best the sun lost to the moon and there was another Day at Work.  Along that same time what was frog got was the tail spinning across the tad pole.  Just like yesterday, this is Toad Day.

              Before I could sand my still another magentanism came from that sulfuric acid and now the new moon has broadcast to us.  Ionic transfers of gold and aluminium shockwaved our moles out of my back’s molehill.  Hill me here, hill me there, Hear my Hill and Dare my Scare.  Scarf down all my Scars, you beambic crustone ridge.  Pertrude and perpetrude the purest were the nearest pair both when they aptituded their altatudic attitudes.

              As usual I just acted like I was I looking at the time but I do not see a watch.  Oh my blotch.  I definitely do not see a clock.  How can I see a sun dial when I am counting light manufacturing micro atomic pieces communicating with each other.  In peace or in peas or otherwise, witch is not wise, you wise guys.  Those Pendulums broadcast the changes that magnesium anthropods slipped through the gravitational conundrums.

              Northern terminus just  told me to locate subduction shallows in Precambrian Metamorphic in order to part their daily paid activities. I just keep getting ordered around.  Order here and order there.  It’s like I’m just a chicken on a grill.  At least I am not told that it is my odor heard from my  undared flair.

              I just want to shake hands with the crustation who is working in those padded open office cells next to mine.  He leaves at about 8:45 each morning and comes back at 1:12 pm to continue his eight hours of daily but not weekendly commuting alunites and amesites into words transmitted by bioluminescences chemical reactions in working hours when bacteria produces light.  I did say ‘he lives’ and not ‘she lives’ because being incrusted makes him a guy that Shell Lives.

              The other week my pine cone neighbor tore apart mercury from iron for four hours each morning and sand down the meteor bound sun shade which eclipsed our business’ parking lot.  The customers pay a lot and they still spill up in our parking lot.

              An officer told me that electromagnetic waves convey bought  several silicon negative coefficients in order to repeatedly fractionally change in size per degree the customers bought and paid for.  I was on my break and not in my office so that officer was off to stir.  Again, he stirred up trouble because his stirrups were full of syrup as usual.  It was just another usual users ball in the fall.  I wish that were all.  There is a lot of gawl as it is cawled by fowls.

              I’ll just keep acting like my company builds the connection of two hydrogens with each manufactured oxygen so that my hourly paid bodily movements are what my boss had ordered the factory floor of us to do.  The neon lights keep working the same conveyor belt.  See, he works the first two inches.  At the same time I grab what comes on the next two inches. Charles the Conjurer gives the company his time on those next two inches.  Over there, Mallvay, when he’s here, is responsible for the next two passing inches.  And you can see handling the last two inches, with his hands, is the Chronomite, who strangely lives near me.

              I got fired because some Autonomic Mineral arrived at my work’s doorstep preparing regulated nerves to balance their own, but not owned, calciums to their phosphorescence.  My boss was told that he did not like that.  I was informed that I was expected to be paper written a demand by our local culture to ingratiate that Autonomic and to electrostatically use one of our Pauli Exclusion Principals in order to repulse those influences.  The paper I use cannot now be written on and I never read it before I use it.  I had fourty-five minutes to my break time in which I could begin to positron electron clouds.  They said I was then allowed and forced to by law to have a cup of coffee and then I must return on time to stable the overlapping quantum state.  I was so happy that I finished my career before lunchtime.

              So now I have time in which to continue with my expected albertism of likely conflations of a snake's single thyroid gland and that hourly rotation of a Colloid Goiter.  Any, way spherical thyroids switch daily cranials to paid octahedrals.

              My lard, I wish the swish would switch with you witnesses of my wit lesses.  Less go here, less go there,  let go those less go to anywhere.

              Stare right at those stars height, the first Czar I flee tonight, I miss my pay, I’m dissed to fights my gravity hole sparks these comets to flight.  Freight Flight, Eighth Flight, Fearful Flights give Earful Bites.   I am here and I am there and you have to hear me anywhere. 

             

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