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Love this blog... you've done a fantastic job here. I grinned all the way down the page.The dove chocolate wrapper fortune that I keep on my desk states:"Be mischievous, it feels good."I think you've all taken that to a new level.Excellent.Scarlett & Viaggiatore
i owe this blog,....you've made fabulous the fawn in the secret inner F of my lyric eyes, all of you, and the tanks and guns look fantastic, like s/he is really there, in the thick of smiting not trolls in pointy heels, but flat footed pan faced fakes, superbly at the level next to none i have experienced afore ms numerous healers of ones' hearts with care for pam ayres and what she taught guild members in a thong, on the top of Love tanks let loose with from where one learns to bowl po-mo...where Athene murdered cupid and got first prize -- a date with Homer, stupid -- who struck with Cuchulainn of the ancient star watchers atomic guild and armies, for Love is like his (un)bearded self, who art is; Father forward rolling verb in healing erbs -- the dannan garden above us, there at party in Holland, smoking on screen, constantly dreaming: besting none but amergin and Dian Cécht; mister Bergin bardic expert, EK eleanor knott english kvetch, Caoimhghin deasmhuman, da soon we will be our own He who cannot be named, (el) the first gods fell from, his one source of healing loved C enough to murder Knott and become Nora chadwick, again; dressed as her, wanting only to emulate her wisdom and learning, to tap her and illuminate our song of gra agus siochainn, as s/he ladies , pre-op swingers who Love men and women for the greater good of what God/s drove us here to extemporise and blow our rivals to B - a flash, and snatch Coll and *chant in prophetic strains* N - aunt - sung the day of healing lemon juice and sugar, none but a Carmelite nun knew that stuff works well with thong and tank top, a crozier seized from the Bishop He - nee Mac majestic twaddle, but an aura of the royal derbhfine, K swathed in supermarket steals, the invisible guard of God's own craft, flourishing and perishing - intertwined and the Art - Dan of the BC people s/he within we are, perhaps not as well heeled as you fabulous gift from God to all mankind and eff heel, camera-swirl and F celebrity nuns - our underwear, strip in rage at eternities of injustices at the kow-tow grind of tank pour le homme de Mankind inflicted on Us CK's - no wi-fi, Hitler returned, no free hugs at the front for us soul jah hebrew smooth sisters in the covenant with M&S, crushed, affronted, appalled at the settlement that B started, ed the vixen stare smiling in reverse, smug whelp not stud dog of God's own s/he brew - ed ward the bardic git and s/he using a knocker watching the English of lough derg dip in and breathe native air, anywhere there is a person to murder with Love, like gordon my gods do, R&B be and are, healing herbs of the tuatha de Divine geroid ear, sun larking honey dazed verbal tick, we'll always have the ancient old heals mixed up by a jealous hand of Lust wandering, becoming love stacked like - Bono gods goodly, servicing us successfully, our demands met, our purpose in the nemeton, our Magic Class, here - s/he presumes - to follow swift and hear a return, grab a fabulous air, twirl, animate off the cuff and as mister L told me, Dump the druidic s/he witch-ban mooers heifering as boots, and spike their PR, be more heely, s/healing with dionysus, mounting the goat headed sheep unable to ascend with an extra six and three quarter inches of Healing power, eternity and everlasting happiness until the day of our hearing occurs and one topples s/he again, an hour, a day and night and eternity is three, a trinity at least, at the pavilion theatre, reading in the Dun our west, in the outback, of the beaten track twelve hundred yrs ago, back before S appeared hallucinating Us counter to all known laws thus fair s/he fords naturally super - on the plane of WY who today would be doing wot exact - fiona looney and you faux wee folk off the pages they don't know of, yet being H, wow, drill and more arms draped by nuclear bombs of ironic faux pas - spiel of it's arc alone the s.he kow tow now to Not!! 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Zowie, Anonymous, are you channeling bardic mystery via Kerouac?I mean, I didn't undestand the half of it, but I really enjoyed the way it sounded.Scarlet. That wrapper has good advice.
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