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our walls and our entrail wreak of love. Distinctive personages stood in line with mere elf mortals and vanquished our fear of them by displaying humanlike foibles. The dresses flew up to the top flag pole and men burned decent sized reefers in the gm lorry of a New Jamaica. From there, rain fell, and we grabbed the chance to praise our nakedness and blew the top of the house that night. It was amazement. Amazement that Uranus had predicted and proved the quickening is health and must happen. QUIXOTIC as Aquarius was in Neptune, the memories of sea swathing our hips as we dove like dolphins into. She and I made sound yawp together off balconies. Lord of All glammed it up into the couch for his missus brought tea round for the Big Screen. Plebs shed beds and tv’s were all thrown out. The carcasses of technology everywhere laden by the bins. Orange neon happenstance and yellow juiced wine gums made us lick our lips for all that eclipsing, something did shut down, perhaps a Virgoan tendency for perfection is a good thing, wondered Ben Elfin out olud from the balcony

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It slipped shoed round at the speed of light, yet stuck in a chair was I. the elfin marvelous directed the seamstresses and the world shook with joy. Beijing has finally closed out the games. It was a good one, by all accounts clear air and notwithstanding a few questions about underaged and armpithairless teens on the pole bar, all went well. Now the banners come WEST. And so, tree root and sapling rises prepares for a future. I have now accepted a role in all of this. Some aspects have frightened me; even after 4teen years, I still quake when on the precipice of the New. And yet sometimes, its not the new that makes me shake, it’s the implications of the revelations; the significance and power of belief conjured in the right f88 direction. I paved my way out of the Neptune Leo override in August and simultaneously genii locied my way back to the Olde England, shaved and locked out, roaring at the magnitude of the gold elixer costing as much as brass. The germaine reflections on the lifd of an eye; Kenya resounding on the karaoke but in the back halls of Los, urizen and Tharma made their way back in the door via the poets wild and wet and watery bismuth in Palestine. From Wales came news. Under an oak tree the new codes for the telluric would be given, Six thousand bbareass naked nymphs lined the avenue. A ferry took us across the worst of the crags, and the queen greeted us cordially and civilly. Beneath her trousers a radiant light emanating. For our enjoyment, Sara and Nadine displayed excellence; and Natalia and Okgo Yes said, this one’s for St Leonards. We were hot on the A list then. We moved aside from Mercatoria selling up at 195 thousdand land we’d built a farm on before Portugal. Now we renew Olive and apple trees, budleas and laburnums coat