London’s bridge is beginning to fall, as our 44th President is playing ring around the rosy, the eldest elder for our electric universe charged by the rainbow goddess, a seaware uniform for all. Barak Obama leads the Lord as the master wrestler of contraband regimentation to keep the ring of fire burning for the victual notes of a far-away hope.The truth is laid in, leaving the majority as cast away, or those who must be imprisoned. Do we live in a world of palindromes within the mind that are real? Do they operate on a decagram hidden in the stars and unsolvable by any journeyman? The language of the Lords rests in the roots and their abscesses in use. A recent idea posited the neuro-linguistic navigation of such an idea, yet it can be sorted out from the beginnings of fighters, rough riders, and the cessation of the land, as simple as with the earlier terrestrials before the Civil War. From this suspended time, a perfect storm was set upon the neurons, one I coin as the sun bird, or commonly known as Thunderbirds.
From here to eternity, emotion is the navigator. It really wasn’t that long after the turn of the century, emotion hit the Bermuda lily, and the secret agent was born, one who would always sink with the ship no matter what. In the matrix, we approach the 81st Oscar ceremony built off the cast of art in the pulse of the Lion. The first time I experienced motion picture was a film called “Ice Station Zebra”, and the feeling it left with me was forever. I felt something that wasn’t on the surface, something alive somewhere, but seemingly untouchable.
Of course, I wasn’t alone, and the art blossomed and a few years ago, I experienced this feeling again, and that of the seaware that moves. The name of the film was based on the book written by Sebastian Junger based on a true story, called The Perfect Storm. After 31 days or so of electric universal, Perry Mason would have a field day with Barak Obama and his neuron team. He actually fits into the Gloucester symbology of the sun bird who has packed the swordfish to the hilt played by George Clooney in the film as the original Captain of the Andrea Gail, who had the name of Billy Tyne.
Wolfgang Peterson directed the film which portrayed the breath-taking simulation of the real ocean voyage of shining the ring of fire, a late in the season chance to stock up, viva the canescent, the wish to be white. The absolute worst palindrome known is the electric well, or the candy cane that is spun. In etymological sense, it is the dormer, the diseased psychopath built right out of the lex, and its power that is the error of race, which is a perfect analogy to real life.
Tempted by the well, brought forward in the character played by Mark Walberg, Billy Tyne was asked to deliver, yet he was only a Captain, not a mother, but he would go down with his ship no matter what. This lock was preset and drove Billy to ware the Flemish Cap, and a strange looking undersea formation that would manifest the Hydra that would eventually trap Billy in its belly. [1]
Billy would be snowed in by the little wedding in the cabin, and witness disaster while Mother Nature unleashes her violin of super-spin, the all consuming weather formation from the abyss, right out of the atmosphere. Man assimilates his own super-spin in the ankh, or tune of the song sung. This can be traced to the etymological roots and their sounds. Billy’s root was the dry dock, the place the baby was born, his dream rising out of the sea. But this was a bad bubble headed for the deep, it wasn’t that the ice machine conked out, he had put too much in front of him, he has turn on what I refer to as “I electric”, the first Hinayana, who opens the doors, moving Billy and his crew into the next dimension, setting an itinerary that would initiate their demise, just as Barak Obama has demonstrated in the course ahead, the safety of the arms of a widow.
We actually seem to approach a great depression, one that is spinning out of control. There is a cold front sneaking in from the north, or is that from the south? Whatever the case, the hurricane is drawing upward creating the monster waves that feed, a clear sign from the past that making the mistakes of following the dachshund back across the Grand Banks straight into the mouth of the whale, is a sure way to sink the ship, the one that holds all the living people in the only lifeboat left, or as far as the eye can see.
The American dream keeps feeding back and forth across the ring of fire. Here is the first jump, and you will fall, but with practice you can experience a little of how the Pharaoh and 12 crazy monkeys, a couple of jokers with four legs, and a few other challenges are gone with the wind, and the next thing you know, your not in Kansas anymore, your completely over the rainbow. Out of the blue, the sounder always barks at the man in the road.
Along the trail, somewhere in the cotton, war may begin with the first Hinayana, the janitor (ei-), who is also the joker with one shoe. This becomes a doctrine (ghe-), and the second Hinayana, opening the gate of acceptance from a red elder, which is the first Theravada, which is also attached to the ring, or that of (wed2-), where the ansate cross holds the ring in place, with the help of the abominable snowmen, the first wedding, and the elder spokesmen who abject objects and subjects, between the (ye-) and the yea often approved as PRE, project reject expendable.
With the ring afire, the transient is suspended in animation of life itself, and the overpowering disease of the eye in trying to weigh (wegh-) it all out of the mist. The transient is a part of the janitor, who gives the message of a missing shoe, the abjection, a word that doesn't exist for a reason, as it opposes the adjective, the "third A" which marks the word telling the story portrayed with only notes by Julius Pokorny. (ad- a3*)
The confusion surrounding the guard cell, or awareness of (pel-3-), manifests the realm border established, and that of the control of the palindromes activated, as from the B horizon, that is polished as the artistic event (de-), often engulfed from simple bias.
Consumed by the ring of fire, and the incus in the scent, the tsimmes are set in place. It may be that these devices stemming from the tsimmes attribute to the continued wanton of throwing oneself to the wind just to get some relief from it all, without a compass.
To lie, the beginning, the eisteddfod which seems like a reason, turns into the cheat, the feeling of intimacy inside (en-) that allows one to steal for the dug out canoe (bheid-) they have carved in transient suspension. The oppression from this alone will leave many hobbling around while the ring burns away into the lava, forever hidden by the dark man, the echo* from the reaper, or harvest (kerp-) that is moved around the ring.
The bad lemmata, or legman is the first stratagem, the diamond ring (ster-2-), and the transient becomes the flat fish inserted into the leg of the tsimmes, which can be referred to as the beetle juice (bheid-), and possibly the PR for a hermeneutic key. The access to the water of life may approach as the cenobite, in essence stealing, turning the usquebaugh into Kentucky whiskey.
Proliferation results in the cult, and more of excess by definition of cultivation, as used for king electric one, the sad stuck beside the hard. In this twisted fish, the threshold is not noticed in the pull of the terra lure.
At this moment, the year of the oxen, it is happening now, but there is leverage in view. The sweetmeat that sets the ring afire, is the avatar, or audio-visual stimulant trapping the tsimmes with a form of ataractic, and leading this to harmony, which comes from the root (ar-).
This is a part of your operating system. It is like a car, called Oscar. You never know, you might win. They always tell everyone they will. You can also become Mr. Bill.
According to the ancestor Jesus, in the book entitled, “The Lost Gospel, the Book of Q and Christian Origins, by Burton Mack, he warns of the power of the spirit water, from page 91, QS 30, The Return of an Evil Spirit.
“When an unclean spirit [demon] leaves a person, it wanders through the regions seeking rest without finding it. Then it says, ‘I will return to my house from which I came.’ And when it comes it finds the house swept and tidy. Then it goes and brings seven other spirits more wicked than itself, and they go in and settle there. And the last state of that person is worst than the first.”
The car of preference is the Thunderbird, and many others. These are the masters of the phoenix, the Cancer in the well, from the ancient stone writings overlaying history and the chalcedony right before your eyes to dodge the white bullets, and seemingly, a mother ship from Orion.
Hollywood is not the problem, it is people, and their cessation to their New York Post where finding your place in the times becomes a nightmare where no water lives, and beetles are flipped over and burned, all for a ring that can’t even be won.
[1] Atlantic Ocean Floor Map
Get naked, and check your forest roots here.
The white rabbit can be found by asking the right question.
Don’t act, just read the script.
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