aqua q brings forth

lip smack cracker jack whipped rack, creamed stack of pancakes,

foiled coffee tin, hat, spat against city walls of high times

west

flavor country is a far cease from black tar lunged up from money

planted dreams spread fires, spat.

oil lights the night fire stack, bill-o brill-o pad, soapy fresh but rough

like stolen wool.

frambrosia rich sat seagulls full of alka seltzer, pop, whimsical whims of

shimmed tires, sped one quarter on track, air dropped, and true spoke.

bicycles.

but where are we on the map?  alto sax jazz drop, written words on the silver screened version of the pink panther gone supernova, slink.

rhythm and blues are only part of the spectrum, to spec, see, view, guage like wire a.w.g 22 fires, DC current or project, isle of man, the place to see wide

panorama glam shirts, hawaii five o rings on the shuttle, boom.  challenge this, skyscrapers went too - into the ground, frowned, sticky and planned, in a noisy town - who knew - but the bay l.g.a. enroute from somewhere old.

but anyway - quotients find the best of the divide, and that sums up the morning, equal is not as good as sugar, but sub-a-tomic traction is like a dungeon of linear accelerated pants.  oh.  maybe there was a lizard.  or a moat.  oh yes - there was pi and a pentagram, or was it a stack of houses and graham crackers - maybe her name was candy - or was it cinnemon.  and where did the fruit rollups get to?

digression is like regressing twice as fast, and seperating the yolk from the gooey part.

how to finish - maybe with a language, as in finn.  the fjords.  fords.  driven, like wildfire, or the U.S. postal service with buggies.

to bid a dew is a bet on the rain.  if you make it sale, its a mountain, soda pop tooth rotter.

and don't get me started on the pelicans.

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and that was the silky sander voice of aqua q for you this may 21 of the 2020 hindsight.  strange times indeed.  and fitting like a silk blouse on the floor cuttings of a photographic studio in technicolor.  this is the times for us, the square that's empty and the large trinitron in its center eye to see us.

fiber optics light us up, divide and multiplex, waves arms length, palms fit over noisy life lines, a free telephone call to somebody who picks up the phone.  then settles down to talk with you.  connect four.  the video game in 3D.  yeah. . . that's worth while.

good morning again, from san francisco.  ish.  its aqua q labs c3w