mecho-electric gluon

echo-electric, clinks on the metal, on the pedel to the floor, banged up or echoed, discovery does not linger, altogther, it doesn't slow on its own, without a friction, if that exists, or rather a transactional compleatness, within the layed out dictionary, again, what a fine binding.

slippy bananas are funny to the majority, and silent films wouldn't have made it otherwise, filmed and peered through the stereocope, in a corset for the day's shopping.  the images diffused in a hand ground lens from a swiss pervert, or so he said to just a few, open ended, up finishing himself in the wee hours.

on another point, up towards russia.  nah skip it, hop scotch, even up, and turn over the bottles off the wall humourized in a slazinkokavitch, if i read that, right?

so we carry, on, and on our backs, forwards, for the plural pupil, see?  one letter back and two forward again, and we're left with I.  of the.  randomized words bag fluffs a pillow under the seat for travel and drool at the sights of the night sky as the fires do what? they do, you know.  well, wood, they.

i seem to think, you know, yes you do, don't you, try? and in steed, stop horsing around in langish, you thought I'd say, right? again, the age of, continued.  to be, else or if then else, naughty bees make a buzzing, like hollywood over the hill, but still hot, housed, swapped, etc.

so back to this gluon, which is our title, if i didn't miss the take, its the paricular bit of magnetics that divert the non-electric from impedance, or, vice versa... its versatile.. but really, pro, found, and tectile, which is like... overlap and well grounded, quaker cereal.

so how does that feel?  well touch it, oh I see you are, there.  or just. there too. oooh.

so that which begins does naught even have an ending, and you expect the alternator to drive this wheelhouse around the differential, slip, turning to leave free the wheel which is actually doing the driving, a round, pie sauce.

so that is our lighter than air fare, from across the bay, fairy cake universal, plugs you in, douglas, we see your spot from non-space and a waving formula too. thanks for oliver fish, or whencever translated from the pasture, etc.  stroke, no doughnut, of, genus speculars.

ok ok.. true false true true false non non operational hexical lexical and the hovering reversal of all living matters and a noid which makes pizza, you now know and find, yourself free, for the continuation once again, and don't forget. . . wattage is a question and amperage is a revolting bandaid with a cotton candy gin drank in the gutter, in the 50s, from the farm to pharmacy, the doctor is, with the inn, varnished but not finished.  well anyway.  this is the voice of aqua q slightly above the letters lmnop and squared, off, for a glimmer. c 3 w