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The lonely king had such a clever tongue his vocal cords gave nothing but champagne and he had dreams of such greater hights but could never keep his eyes closed long enough. Rough seas take me home he said looking at his dry toes. Hallelujah i cried she had freed me from my soul (sulphur for my soul). It wasnt meant for me it seems. You will die in a wishing well with a pocket full of silver (all halos are the cogs of sinners). Brazen bulls and soap boxes show evolutions time line (monkeys) which lead to 6 feet (insect) under as 98% of rain hits concrete. The sun burns and rivers swell. Soul mate/cell mate (go run into the sea). Applause. As the tide left he was stood holding only stones, he had dropped all the pearls. The vanity table starts in the toes, always running without a map, hope offers no real direction so be sure to point to the horizon first. All stars shine like fools gold under the Gregory tree (hangman) from which all pigs suckle vegetables. As eyes open to societies golden morning the sistine chapel is the cranium (all blind men can see when they close their eyes). The hands of time clap as they pass. Tsunami. All atols are homes as the sun rises above oceans though i never did learn how to dance but i do find a beat in the blinking of my eyes as i walk. Cabin fever. 50% of language is algebra and all answers lie at the end of Newport Pier (fingers and palms wear scars in the shape of a smile in daylight). Storm front (laundrette). Anemic vegetable soup. With an exhale my soul ran away with a storm. The answer to the materlistic shadows we have become and cast may well be the fence. As i walk along the shore i will always hear a voice (usually requesting me to be quiet) does this make me a mad man (unique or antique). I dont listen to advice from men, ghosts or tarot cards and a palm reader only wants silver (to match their tongues no doubt). I met a man of god who followed polictics and always remained on his knees (archways often lead to enclosed spaces). Churches have beautiful windows but are very difficult to see clearly through (the good Book). Empty birdcages + eyes + hands + feet = dreams. Skins are feathers fingers have grip if you use strenght. All fresh fruit and veg is on sale at 99p. Roll up roll up to the organ store punch and judy have a story to tell in a butchers shop. We are all lightbulbs and eyesight is electricity which can be used to chase success/dreams. Always remember that dreams are just ideas and never run from a shadow.Spine = ladder. Hands = fist. toes = aim. Chest = coffin. Teeth = truth/lies. Las Ve(gas). 6 Feet tall 6 Feet under. Such barbarians lurk and Gods name is Simon. Tears return to oceans. Stop your belly aching.