Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Technocracy And Sump Take



The pulse of at orp the optical shocker to spreading the burn`its caramel scut Custard in the hands of society,
new to the text yet on the cell phones sole each a finger swipe to jerk the perk to what is a Sound,
echoed first to the pew of the chirp than the ankle burps to the stilt for east goes West to south as North.

Compass brains beguile joins the Crowds to in page flipping explanations saying its the stair,
as to a state of a Tidal Wave Civilization being enveloped in the toss of the nautical,
its a swell of human beings on course that delivers slate to muds in instant bays.

This arson of more than much in the minds of individuals one corking to pop the multiples vast,
increasing with an unnatural type of sun flare ride it cents to the churches with baskets of skits,
greed steers the cow Cattle hear the Pork bacon is frying and the salad makes dead.

Cyclops on scale blinded to inner eye the stride of those takers divide,
upon the cuts Clear is the locks for to interpret would train in sanity yet the wisdom said ran,
provided by supply knees on the floored be littles just Metro to know the better reads.

Ask not the delve that strobe`d begging the questions at a rate of the casual drawing rough etch,
shelves ankle bees then the waltz chains the rinsed People run away so quickly asphalt tar`d,
oil in the bale chorale on the spring cases of the latches begins to bell side died.

Imagine it people as the silt of the sludge of the tidal waves avalanche at the level,
the ground of what scene will still be of eyes for shoulders is carriage of the foot blanking lives,
just at the slow a boil of chickles to be of the potter in a world of sit oh dole`d.

Dial on the soap of ancient be chlorine the drank is a bummer as the following ice loads Whist layered,
settings grow`d crops the seeds were the shovels base top soil jay the language of doubled(s),
the Underground bunker is the skull on top of your carriage each individuals head in the bare edged.

The breeze waves are palm hands scopes on the nose`d for the base of the base ends up being a Carnies shoap`d place,
it peaks to a slates shale the gravel formed cold all so the audience is wrapped with a Knoll,
its slippery rinks swept the broom gained is rakes took to the valence of blinking in trolled like fish in a toll`d.



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