Chasing the Decimal

I was chosen to write a book about unlocking the Strong Safety Code so that you can easily walk right in or out; it wasn't easy, but I did it. Reminiscing in the sounds of pure silence and rebuttal I could faintly hear the dire loneliness of a champagne bottle and its shedding condensation of suability on ice.  The wrapper pealing took many tears, and hopefully many more.

Decisions that are challenged from a distance dividing two parties the malevolent mysteries must be shallow and indeed benevolent.  I was told to visit the Highest Point in the City to see what would transpire but I never had time.

The transparent hearts of the holy wizards of just cause gave endless brick and mortar new meaning shouting loud in the storm that when involving proposals of identity "All roads are created equal and people are not".

With endless rows of apple trees growing only in the dark, some of which were taken to the Sunlight to where the truth left seeds to grow a healthy miracle of disbelief.

Adhering freedom as a complicated word split through the wedding of the eye of my favourite beholder, as I breathe good luck and poor options (On the brush of excellence) chosen to better color even the most desolate areas of time with a close distinguished promise of a heartfelt secret that only friendship and loyal subjects can actually reveal I can only imagine painting perfect pictures of a hero's enamored portrait and how it is more colorful than ghastly or so nevermore colorless than the life that they lived.  And that be that ... unlike me there is only you ... it is unsettling for many: o paint a picture bigger would I pay one extra penny?

My precious, my only ear left has more muscle than New World Order so I shout at the creator and I get the message.

Blessed is he, blessed is she who when in the adequacy of the life, the life of the shallowness shining bright, the life of value, dark strength and might basically paint portraits no one can see past with eyes of entrapment hearing morse codes sentenced to the choice of that illustration of the large zebra: or If he thinks he can go back in time and see us for who we are and not what he has become then an impossible missions tide will be truly unique.  However, larger zebras belong in museums just like smaller zebras belong with freedom because If hunters are masters of lions, of life and what they are made of then all of the shadows will embark a diverse and memorable path chasing those dragons that acknowledge clarity entering your mind exploring the aftermath from the outside in, and inside out, love will be distant, ever clear: the last known zebra.

We all must climb over the same ground quickly; quickly falling asleep through an indescribable whisper of doubt (The fellowship of tigers) listening to advice yammering back and forth beginning unapproached quite typically with worn down teeth, grabbing at every savory meaty chunk of chicken in site with fate on hold and left with mere decisions.

Peeking over the Mountains the desperado kite of the happy hour sails away into the dark clouded sky enjoying time spent as a dragon baring bad news; just hoping that the worst storm is just as visible as microwaves while the forwardness of the water runs limitless and wild like the great white buffalo.
Forgotten invisibility which may or may not be visible is something you can relate to as an assumption of half full or empty spaces blindly showing you that the strong project and that wizards swiftly guide the half that were not able to make it and that that same half will dedicate their lives to the half that were.

With the opposite sex holding a candle to perfect dark in plus quarters who; many facing the strength of a noble and the questions of a beggar learn leadership from explorers on the path of the righteous creating life and truth exploring women as more than just one direction or an option but as one freedom differing from another as an equal, reacting to the bill vindicator of God accepting a one of a kind work of art with both curtains together you may both celebrate the beautiful life of evolution, creating a fruition of truth and painted options of love with freedom showing potential differing from another as an equal.

Although I never really spent time away from hunting children are like mosquitoes to me and the reality is that work is the best honest within the conundrum balance made it legitimately more for me than morals of a story ever could.

The dark texture of an actor had arrived before the emperor exposing the script for the random bluff.  The historic sword without a name draws life from nature

and is so poisonous that the signature is as cued from the shadow world to protect the roots of the diseased and Father time itself.

ghost by logic couldn't hurt the dead.

still walking away towards the pain.

Signature compromise in an overlay of angels is worthless without the role
Movie actors
I was locked out of a mirror's world due to an unknown price of an eerie taste of sweat