the eye of, multiplied

a not altogether unveiling, as in a non-marriage in thinking, or spun up train with fresh flowers trailing behind, imagine that.

so now know the bandwidth is linkages to connect to the portions which drew, the card up to the eye, is this yours?  was it the queen, in diamonds?  oh no, perhaps it was the king, with a heart, jesters aside, decked.

quiet pleased with the stride, if only even, oddly is enough, also in suit, see the connection, groomed?

delays do cost, the, a bit of, accosted, passed and tense, if only, and a bit at a time, more over.  but what's in a number, besides it and just, that.

we play with it, for the combination pizza up to a steamy lense which refracts that bit of eyeball that we all see, as we poke into our own brains to find a gaggle of spark or soupy ooze, depending how we treat it, right?  left to its devisiveness, we flounder, like that on a plate at an expansive resting rant, yay, its served hot.

and so, and so more, and gluey ook finds itself, sticky, as in sin, apt, and ick.  or was it delicious?  well, done.

for a time, this is grand, the piano, keyed up white and black, right on top of each other, to ask the next question.. what was it?  that's a silly question, no... the keys.. oh yes.. chords, unplugged, electric even too, except towards the octave, octane, gaslit solo, or the duality duet.

oddly a trio is not a jazz bad idea, on the balcony from soporano through to the baritone, voiced and covered by a drummer on a paper psychedelic.  those were his daze.

instantaneous is always on, briefed debriefed, slight and numbered as the eye spy, village idiot naught.

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and with that, we'll leave those bits of fluff in mid-air for you to pounce and nobble on, for the love of aqua, this is san francisco in the misty midst of ashy ooh and then the colorburst flyback televisioned telestatic telecaster mindset, Q C 3 W