A BESPOKE DOUBTING THOMAS AT RIVER ABESI.PART 1

Behold the Chimney sweeper out in thump.Had he now a caveman not rumbling over this bard's monologue broached at Inglenook,ruminating the oddysey of a tree hopper at loggerheads with Alupluto's grappling hook for silver moon?His ingest was superceeded by iniquitous memoirs as inviolable monolocuter that he bore Aluplutans'ingot to pensively monologue the cacophonous,dramatis personae down at heels,down and outs,downcasts of the cold douche,stranded in the downer's turbulent downdraughts,mangled in their bellyaching drapes.What a rivel of downtoearth to speak off forty to the dozen,damn drastic drogue for doubting thomases and of the blackest dye locked up with dyslexiac ruinous syndrome.But blue funk jones,o a bouquet for the easygoing doubting thomases'bevy.Had i not lay embargo upon this glide of drogue parachute wonted by cerebral infantile paralysis for mine empyreal heights'ectasis?Fastidious interlopers on rampage at interface and stampeded.Irremediable ,irreligious and cadence irresolute.Hewers of wood