Crazed Martians have landed!

Yack yack yack drinking teacups is where its at!

Do do do for you you you.

Creeping raptors place definitive chapters flinging, parading, jamberglading, yes! try and digress.

Sleep now pussycat, yes eat. Yo ! come hither false dithers.  Drink the spirit of water.  Drink drink drink.

KILLER killer someones coming hither.

Just as thee like, just as thee like.

Go fly a kite, dumping ground for worthsmiths.  Go on oompa loompa it.

Shikes a million gazillion.  Christ only knows blatant terrorfying dunking donuts can explode.  Flipping dragons, pancake haven, somebodies shaven, shaven, shaven.

Crying out loud!

Get out the house!

BIG ASS MOUSE BIG ASS MOUSE!

Drunk on serendipity she is, playful does as playful is.

Jump jump jump she goes flabergasted at plain plain rose.

Full of nonsense.

She is.

Full of stroodles, oodles, doodles.

Slobalots

Jingles jangle bo bo lowing down the slightly wrangled habhanded flowing nonstrats taking kitkats, to a whole new level.

British people see direct faultlines below the surface of ginormous drinking capsules.  Can we but delight in a fight of all fights briliant brilliant light.  Singled out for all to see, is it he? is it he? jimamas dingle in the wotsits be, drinking up that final cup of tea.

Doing nothing.  Tra la la la la, somethings coughing, flounsing on ground, simply talking lets dramatic, yes.

Crying Out

Just how do I do that the whiskers said, little knows little goes or does what instead? Jingle fruits play patta cakes, bake me a cake or sell me a steak.

Jungle fever sets in, blends in, fun is but a near off day, when do we play? when do we play?

Your jokin, your jokin? play what is that but a hairy minghey cat.

LOOK stare its all there.

Do you believe it? its always there, nobody cares, nobody cares.

If I could make a cake or two it would include just two of you.

Simple is as simple does, what is night without some love.

Jump up and down said the prarie one, jump up and down.

I stopped and I stared, my face began to frown.

But up says the meercat, up says the shrew, listen warily as the dingbats prowl.

Listen up says the flowerpot, junks just like that.

Dont even bother theres nothing more rotten than jingle town, jingle town.

Who cares? I do.

Why do you, do what you do?

LOOKS like im all there is. Well thats a turn up for the book, that is.  Dive in, dive in, playing doesnt wait for no-one.

Such a tidy sum, such a tidy sum.

Lexy’s Runners

Joking, I’m joking!

Let it all go you big ho!

Joking, I’m joking!

Biggles goes a running, a jumping, dragging whats left of his sorry self defeating ass.

Jiggles as he wiggles!

Jiggles as he wiggles, does he!

Bunged up bloddywotsits, blessed be the breathing hogswatches and blaby blobwatchers.

Singing through the rhyme, does it all the time.

Jingling jangling Christ their hammering.

Look up! whats there, just enough time to stand and stare.

Crying out the flompers about.  Jugganauts do stare, everywhere everywhere.

Jungles withheld the power of the presence, presence within the floundering.

Come on care! come on care!

There, there, There, there.

Just stand and stare.

Just stand and stare.

Crime

Shove off ! said he

Lest it be.

Jokers doing motors playfully

Crying out, set about, Joe makes the most of ….

Levelling The Land

Logging the genres deposit playful piglets playing

Flopping flying flouncing around in the mudpies of the present and of the past

Jesuit sailors gordon off the playing fieilds

Tremendous challenges can be overcome

Trees set forth on someones bum

Chowing down on last months crumbs.

Divining the solution of a ladle of truth, crying, Christ, lays down the law of the law, let it go, say no more, jumping fruiting blatant truthing.

Singled out, singled out is he

Bringing back the so so lonely

Sun shines, skies blaze, bring it back the dormant phase

Shumping lollipops make grand a phase, sometimes, sometimes its all the craze.

The Hum

Jezzibelles drift languidly through the rapids of a life worth living. 

Lets give in, lets give in. Just dive in.  Just dive in.

Brush offs, immediately, go on you can do it, somebody must!

Treasures count, laughter surmounts go on you can do it, someone must!

Yikes a lady, driving miss daisy, go on flutter those brow butters, blatantly you carry the flouncing flibbergasters of times gone by.

Sing it like you mean it!

Tra la la la la inside this sky.

Ho Hum.

Grand Designs

Gobbling gobbling out they go, spirit draws them or so they flow, chunky kitkats pray on besistant times, try if you must you must not chide.

Listen blankly pray must I state? the obviousness of that one last and final date. Creations playing from talentless drivers creating and subjugating the flu.  Drifting on that ever so moonwalk their is not but a treasure trove for you to behold.  Come now, lift up, tuck tuck tuck, underneath those heals is the badmans bluff.  Go on come hither, decide now what whithers, define define its all mine its all mine.  Yes, I must caress the gauntlets bust.  Definitely, definitely drifters are a many.  Plenty of time, plenty of time, some say the  greatest ficklers are the bestest ticklers.  Definitely, definitely.

Sometimes I do wonder if their is love in there down under, do you see it? that picture? its such a treat the pickles and the feet.  Drowning out the lufters, pickles winkles and oh the must uffters huffy mares, huffy mares, without a care without a care.

Jangle jangle goes the peace players perfecting the perfectly perfectionist triffid monsters.

Yes! yes! I do attest.

There she goes, there she goes.

Laughing as she casts her wares.

Laughing as she casts her wares.

Down she goes, down she goes, where she goes, nobody knows.

Crafting the palatable changes within her speaks.  Daftness creates many a daunting lovable peak.

Sifting through, sifting through, go on, go on, go on..you.

Hello world!

Come into this land oh full of jungles and prancing and playing.  Fly up beyond the hickleberries and woofing nongstats.  Lift your sights to the greatest heights and float gently on the pyramid of dreams.  Blatantly obvious this dance must and so it can be, lest you live a lot or live a little.  Driving flybots come what may, some day, some day.  Driving up a yonder a pinnacle of the divine in all things. Yes, yes, can we but attest.

Lungwort, samedies dirt, lifting floundering play amongst the daffodils.

Here lies the prize.