My Purple Player Jumping For Joy Loves Her Green Racer Ahead
A pale moon was in the sky. A cloud caterpillar floated above the shimmering tree. Jet vapor spread like pastry flour blown on a blue counter. A glowing light was in the east. It never became the airplane I expected. Cicadas sang at full choir at 10:35. Traffic moved briskly but there wasn’t much. The sky had more blue than clouds. There was grey haze in the north. I was hot. Trees were well-coiffed. The tone of my feelings was sad for some reason but numbers were clear and well-ordered, goading me on for their patterns. I saw a yellow leaf in a tree. The stillness of trees was complete, save for the shimmering tree. Yellow light and I love her. I’m in love with Anna in this.
Cicadas sang at 10:45. I chewed on my soul like I was gum. I was exhausted by my race. I was looking forward to seeing my son. A long wispy cloud looked just like a giant white eyebrow in the sky. Trees shone with great highlights. Healing was coming, despite how I felt. I ached for her. She is the jewel of my heart. Faint lines were so hard to trace. I came closer to some shapes while a fly crawled on top of my head. Her tiny feet tickled my skin. A dragonfly sped through the sky with great joy as cicadas sang at 10:58. I was feeling better than ever, really. I moved my chair into sunlight from the shady elevator room stair. A white butterfly danced, a large insect zipped. Yellow light and I love her. I’m in love with Anna in this.
Cicadas sang in stereophonic sound at 11:05. I was relaxing amid tangled wires untangling themselves. An Enoesque siren warbled and wailed at 11:08. Some good stuff was coming through. A vapor trail was like a stretch of rope next to a large downy feather. The pale moon continued to glow. Black tar stood on grey gravel. Black hornet went on her trip. The light on her mountain of love flashed once or twice at 11:54. Tristan came over and we took a walk to Hampstead Park for a swing on the swings. Many dragonflies parading in the sky. One beautiful cloud looked just like a gigantic wreath. My silver medal loves her gold sports standing. My prize trophy loves her racer ahead. My full house loves her wheel of fortune. My campaign money loves her race won prestige. My make out score loves her pure seduction. My purple dragon master loves her excellent green adventure. My chief player leaping for joy loves her mountain climbing leader. My self-affirmation loves her lion power dominating. I love her lunar black bible verse from my Egyptian box “The Lord redeemeth the soul of his servants: and none of them that trust in him shall be desolate.” –Psalm 34:22. “Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and he shall sustain thee: he shall never suffer the righteous to be moved.” –Psalm 55:22. “And all things, whatsoever ye shall ask in prayer, believing, ye shall receive.” Matthew 21:22. I love Anna Dirksen.
Meanwhile, Frasier’s caller confesses she fantasizes about him during sex. Frasier feel a bit red. Martin completes a song for Frank Sinatra, You Are The Song My Soul Would Sing. Frasier performs it at the memorial for his hated aunt while Lucille explains to George Michael that his cousin Maeby was created in a “$130,000 cup of soup. Lindsay and Tobias get intimate while Homer becomes a zombie. He forms a volunteer fire department, stealing merchandise and upsetting his kids but ends up the hero when he saves Moe and Apu from the flames. On CBC News Morning, Susan Bonner wore a black blouse with white polka dots. Heather Hiscox wore a yellow blouse. Harry Forestell wore a black jacket with a white shirt and a purple tie. On CBC News at Six, Michel Godbout wore a grey jacket with a grey shirt and a grey tie with white stars. Highs and Lows in Beijing, Too Many Prisoners, Cars Damaged In TMR, Health Warning, Celine Concert In Quebec, Internet Predator, Portable Prison Cells,
Stuck 15 Storeys High, St-Lambert Days, Poutine Festival. The weather with Frank Cavallaro in a yellow tan jacket, grey shirt and a white tie with a current temperature of 18 degrees, feeling like 20 with 5 km/h winds. Michel signed off for the night.
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