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Eaarth Day08
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 The moon is always full a fortnight and blue.
Old woven tales for ewe the old man tales is called fairy tales the CharlaXFabels version of fractured fairy tales come true. A Malaprop day. Malaprop in play. CharlaXStilskin and the servant of clay. Eaarth Day malady number 1FIFTYone.
Moses took off his Egyptian clothes his wealthy manner and his nose began to grow like Pinocchio. He stepped into the pit beside the Hebrew slavers. They trudged the straw into the muck with toes and woes and bricks came out the straw was old and thin the men wore out but Moses stood and trudged and worked the straw and bricks fell out of pits in rows and walls stood up and GOD walked out. This is so silly the Moses of the Old Testament should not be making brick walls out of straws what a malapropos day. Mosesstilkins went to the hill and climbed halfway to heaven to watch the Angels Bowling in the afterlanes of time.  The Mother of Moses was Jewish her name was Mary, she was only 53 same as mee.
Malapropism Mary as she was called spent all her time cleaning the porch where Moses spilled the blood of a clean Bullock Calf. A Bullock from the fire cleansed of wanting the meat was charred and smoking the pharos was swimming in the Reed Sea Limning Pool he was stroking. The fox hit the tar baby in the snout his hand stuck fast the flies began to shout the fox is our out we will help the tar baby route the usual talent is above the fray the pen is still mighty but the sword is sheathed the thing is stayed at home in the closet of mention the annuls of perplexity begin to bring the walls down like Jericho at the trumpets sound there was seven some longer some shorter all of them sounding at once like a wonderful medley of flies. Off Key musick is the answer to all the noise levels near the sea the Disraeli notes twanging in rows falling out of clouds sounds bringing harmonies to the eye. The one eyed jack on the highway was just Jill she was driving to one more partee. The muffler was stapled to the back seat the horror of midnite paste was black and ebony on the seat of the windshield shedded bugs sliding off the windows. Life is a song of progressions mostly minor keys some major all black and white no color keys only rich people ever had em whrlitzzers turning in wind tunnels of never nearing lost sameness's. The oil in a flower was found in a painting in the undersea cavern of ianthe the painting was a nude of charlax the angle of his love was seen narrow and obtuse the color was close to puce the corn predominate in the diet of early mankind. Eye looked at a girl she sprouted horns her ears looked like an animal kind of like Spock the Doctor not the actor not the Nimoy the babay doctor. Like a midsummer night's dream the jokester.  A jack ass head for an actress. Did the fish eye eat today die in vain did he feel the pain when they cleaned him and shoved him in the ARBYS bag? Eye think not he is not human just a stinking fish to eat. Vegetarian get real get some fish and eat it plenty Indian eat meat. Ben-Ami Kadish began to eat Pollard greens of solyant no radishes in site a lifetime lost to SpyingforJEWS.com his new website complete with video of aircrafted dreams. This was Eaarth Day on the Heavenly planed plain.


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