Even as motherwit sojourns the infinitude
Sick thoughted cosmos with the anisogametic pair of anisometropic time and gravity unfurls anisometric resistance to freak him to the anisotropic punches of elliptical oval,
Thrice drearier than she does make amorous rites unto him and as she set to smother eternity with love
Time in the womb of resistance and gravity betrayed him afar off
And vamoose into imponderable Cosmos yet unknown to animate species.
Should I tell you the mystery of the meta universe was it invented ?
Waow a pejorative rebuff of the astigmatic patients of the creationists that you're embowelled to nurse the gull of hagiography in the vile sick thoughted mire of those dares who dare to spit baloney in the face of empirical formula plain to telelogy.
How come the goofs saith unto themselves the annexal of motherwit was ever invented beyond the evolutionary tour of the elliptical oval of the cosmic clock?
Condescend to wonder they impugn to alight their stead to steed
And censure the insolence and the vipers of insolence to the saddle bow
Upon this cross currency they freak their impatience into ambiguity to birth religion the worst gangrene of living and crusade providence on a fallen canvas.
Here come the viper hisses trembling salve at derisive momentum ;time and manpower squandered over such impotent banal of beleaguered sport, precedent of falsehood and apostasy a prologue to chaos and vendetta in the mortal planet.
Did they not know gravity and resistance functions as the heliocentric parallax annual parallax of the Cosmos?How come the cosmic clock not yet known to fathom the fact of evolution as self evident verity most prominent gospel of existentialism?
Tame them in their ignorance,smite in their ignorance, butcher them in their ignorance that they may die in hell of the unknown
Trembling upon their studded bridle conscience of the dead in the open robbery of the souls the forgotten clarity of the army of slaves in the planet of piety.
She red in the infinitude of her sport glowing with fire pit of hell as existence stinks at her spring,distant to the perfection of its glory.
Was it ever created none of it none whatsoever and did providence ever evolve too?An indisputable complex axiom of existence.
Much the same imprudent misery of annular scotoma abounds with annular eclipse as well as the annulated clocks of annular eclipse.
Nimbly she fastens her bridle and how mysterious is her velocity to escape beyond optics of mortal species her very cradle,craft, context and existence.Still ultrasonic to the most prudent mortal visage beats them hollow in the sanction of groping faculty .
So soon she was gone in the innumerable eclipses as they were down with impairment of prevision,yet they gamble in the transaction of perception.O perception is everything.Really ?Yet the percipient fails to see.
In the thrill of ecclipses'summerhouse there she relaxes her groin and grunt and unto she came the cosmos to inquire of her strength and the fortitude of her eternity.
There doth she saith unto him'If thou will perceive thou shall open your conscience"
Now doth he aligns from his frown and cease her fiend to be.And as soon as she was gone in the flight of the unconscious,Cosmos fails still to decipher her stance neither uncover the cosmic clock nor a somber to open his conscience.
Did they not come in gore and gore, horrible in gore and satanic in gore ;that righteous blokes now the satanic blokes whose bible and verses Sentinel in the obituary of perception fails to see.
Backward to the backyard of perception to she pushed him dire terrifying pitfall as if she was gone in the temperance of another circle of infinitude.
Now avert himself to chide and begins to frown ;With shaken intention distilling showers of imprisoned imprudence enveloped his heels anew and to fairies like annwn, vanishes his tent for his siblings mocked him to depart her summer houses as she was gone from the indolence of his optical ass. Then they feedeth on the ravishing steam of piety 's moisture to which incandescence of existentialism was long smothered before sun eclipses.
Still he entreats folly prettily entreats folly that the Cosmos was supplanted by providence that Cosmos barely sees and who perhaps might have comprehends his roots tis the modern earth coined' mothernature ' from the rubric of etymology.
Look how tangled in their immortal viles and science fiction the pundits fallen in same excreta they excrete.
So offer they themselves palisades and palliatives piety the salvation being norm our defense,What fear of the unknown in the nesciency of unknown ,who being looked as goofs when they entreat folly in the dark horses
Till they overruled as well as over swayed making them not jittery emboldened by the awe of providence ,yet mothernature and providence pleasure in the same summer house and flourish in the same evolutionary court?
Did they tinker to cavil atheism as if stunted with anorexic nervosa?Did they rampage to affront such context suffocated by anomic aphasia in their nebulous season of anomie?Over their dead body to servile to jest their blue veined violets to behold and witness the jeers of anopluras with the affliction of cecity.O anopia sealed their demise in the jungle of derision .
Their tender spring savaged upon the use of time to frown no empathy on the objective use of resistance in the hallowed chambers of silence where perception and mothernature evolved omni existence.
Atheists too in their communities traded with calumny of perception barely their good logics apprehended.
Providence did it ever exist ?If it does the complex misery of its rampage reverberated with atheism and atheism the first and the science of evolution and figment.Two spineless but anoraxigenic doves empyrean sky badgers to reproach and reproof,
In the canyon of narcissus oracles dainties to taste and feel,anosmatic and anothropiac, aloof in their smother demised not in the shadows but in their nescient brook of Pandora.
Sights are made to see the jewels of the feet and roadmaster how defiled was the body that infest they infest to feed rainbows in vile.Do they feed by the law of nature on the earth's increase or on its decrease to avert decline in the gospel of perception?O the mirage is so complex where anterograde amnesia or post traumatic amnesia not an alien of repugnant tissue in their medula affliction .To sigh in celestial breath where gentle waves wrought bittersweet nemesis with embittered cheeks for calumny of Sentinel fallen in the bunker.
Obdurate irate grazes on the lips of perception where tyros had strayed lovely caves to enquire in the enchanting pots of orotund swallow .
Impetuosly they leap , impetuosly they rave they loathe the furnace and vapours from oracle of naturewit the true portraiture of providence in the provinces of existentialism and empiricism.
Nothing is real nothing is fake,nothing is fair nothing is unfair .
Who is the fairest breeder Providence or mothernature or Cosmos?Of course they came from the rear in the infinitude of motherwit.
O Cosmos or providence salute the meta Genesis!
Perhaps mortals dread anthropometry for the savage dread of gottadermerrung or ragnarok!
Love sick pious goofs ,happy season fraught with happy reason ,heaven is home earth is market place earth is a vile a medieval bestial prejudice rollicking in modern enclosure.
Bibliophobiac bibliophile with stripes of prejudices to demise encyclopedia of polymaths in their rainbow of borderless cudgels.
Chorus tears cast aspersion over this dumb play to smear fairest plough in dingy cloud.
Then again she came back into the summer house to lay!Did she ever lay?Paley cheeks resurfaced from the springing colt who plucks his bud in ramrod glitters
And she saith unto him 'Havent you apprise yourself with your renegade hood wither thou cometh wither thou springeth?'
Did I not see the grafting on my insignia?
Did mine graffito not pour accolades to providence at dusk?Not one gram or obolus of falsehood could mire this axiom."
"Thou art my grand seed and providence your patriarchal authority .O you grandiloquent granny knot,your jungle does not mince flattery to quench benison at dawn'.
'Was there any interlope by design?'
'logically nope but pejoratively nay ,that that hood that hagiograpñhers in the malignant stupor trump to distill over canyon's alcohol bespatter axiom of your root'.
Had it been for design in his palid cheeks,your birth might in pang inconclusive and downright dialogical What a dialogue of bombastic ignoramuses and goofs of pointificates?'
Then she fled again into unconscious the sole mystery of eternity and summer house vaporized in vacuous cloud.
'Does she speaks like you"the words fell into eclipses as she was gone in a flash like streak of lightning and drown in bellicose clouds.'Oh no not again? Does it she mimic this mornings and pedigrees to comport her existence and bred mine too?'His broken jaws and astonished visage fell in the tort of his mutes.
Fair wit falls in fair plows as unfair wit never falls in unfair plows .
A thousand insightful beams beam him searchlight into the evergreen plunge of cosmic moisture .This gash perplex him greedily as grazing pasture in grazing land tumult by grazing fire rodents in the granary wits and evaporation into the piteous cloud. Then he returns back eclipses
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