beautify-
apprecate beauty-
subject the defenceless (the moon)-
be subjected too (the eclipse)-
sleep
It was just after the war, men back home, boys back home, terra firma the hedge were green the old house rooms too small, so I moved from the R.A.F. (I've never set foot in the R.A.F), up a quite vervent, idyll, garage! a machine shop, a dungeon below my cellar perfect for my electronic opitical resonator, and creepy meat eating plants in the end greenhouse. Many window panels just like my old dragon fly.. when I started writing this blog.. the wild experiments on chocolate and cream motorcars by the new age boxers.. when I started this blog, the oceans were about to be swept back.. I stood in the hall, 'so we've got to resettle a lot of shell shocked and homeless Londoners.. and they'll be swelling thier ranks and on their way here', 'oh the speed', 'oh the speed' went round the hall, old hags fiddling on cellos, 'oh the speed' kings on gilded thrones, So from that day to this, motorways, to tv's in any given dimension the place to hide from London, is always likely to be speed.. I had to take over my freind hognathans blog, he went to India. So, I thought we'd plaguerize some of the better files, create a more techno-shaman based article site, .. and a bit more period writing.
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