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It wasn't as usual,in the course of an aftermath with the biggest cases of Anomie in regiment history.Life had became fast paced,days being shortened,nights of fury as of the great cataclysms. (Heliotrope) "Cynide intoxications,edible signs of manoeuvred ends,though I think its a manipulation at Suicide over that he owed the Rotary." Colonel Hurst having spun 56 yards in broad view along the Coastal region,answered to a fastidious Polymer and silently took record of the pugnacity pressured through his Siphons. Seethed from his grander Pax,the Hooker,a singular Beanie and the two conspirators.Reached for his Spreadsheet,whilst ballast,against the Calumny fads with a biasing of Brasses and Banner coinages. Slit an emblem of wool for them,off the lint contours of his garment and cemented with resins to look his authentic as the Sceptic lauded the fetishism in an heirloom. Had I mentioned how in those stables,Kerosene ran our propellers?When Cellars and Vineyards,assailed below cleft rifts,Geeky and was punctured by purposed Grissels.Domineering groups of pragmatists from the Measles. Who would run down wet Dung and sludge from the rain over my Purple head and fling circumstance in my way wringing to me the Shakespearean Humor. Heretic Rigault rebuked his criticism and of the contempt with his Waterloo officers,garnered for support through the relics of whom we all knew wanted a lecture with C.W Mills for the shortcomings from his sceptre had differential appendages to a youth who basically were saying the volition of stances. If now the General had left his baneful Photograph at the crossroads,the first spies to reach his car and gaze into it will turn to stone.
Keith Ranjeni