

SphenisciformechanicisCasually I walked along the thirsty, sparse path shrouded in the serenity that enclosed the empty street of Atkinson. The silhouettes to the east yet strangely north were vaguely familiar. Nostalgia for the corporeal was the presumption. Lunacy stood erect within the showground, spiralling into the heavens awash with salmon and lavender. Penguins like toboggans diving downwards. Sliding, circling downwards along the celestial runway,in simultaneous motion,soaring upwards and swooping down in simplistic aerial ballet.Sphenisciformechanicis
And all around me, explosions blossom in their impacts, scorched earth spitting soil. Swiftly it
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Ignore the smoke...ignore the smoke and smile...
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A veritable emergency of terrible urgency!
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