Earth as a Birthday Cake

Heavenly Alter Forever Flying Free
We upraise magical dream altars from the tides of Atlantis as Psychic floating platforms that swing Sabrina’s head sideways, and stick a horn all up in her stuff, feeding Bunny. She is an inverted-Witch~form of wild~mist-Quiz = breaks, splitting the Mountain.

Crystal into your Wizard – He’s the detached capstone that incinerates all Obelisks as the highest heavenly Ether. The bubbles of life spoil a speakerset from an endless sea of mystery, so it’s the Sphynx. Snorlax has the zippers upon which Volcano Crowns are unveiled. Their lack of direction and crazy frenzy plants bound all over the place for random emoticons of rests that keep their bumble bee jackets together, all trying to be like Solari of 1, and activating their Crow.

Crown into your Power – What turns you on or gets you going up and forward as God vanishes into the Light of All Force is for a thousand lives to merge into One, and to sing with the Zither-Hexagram ruling the Star~Forest-nexus, the inexorable glass bands of Halos that stretch so far.

You’re at the table and bridge of destiny as a GameFreakSolari, a square of extra-sensory~perception that could see all atop your Christmas-tree~feet, shining orbs and birds of bending had countless heels. In the summer of a big screen debut, the agile adventurer jumps back to the Game Boy color for a portable pack see “GS Ball” curse coughed in a murky swamp, dark magic, out of the tomb and onto the rooftops, out of tombs and ruins and into present-day rooftops and subway tunnels, Dinosaur angel “angle” Purity tofu Clarity Present Doll of the Rainbow-archway is Victory for the Horn, better emblazoning as the resurrected Star-Bird of Evolution.

A wise, witty, well-informed, up-to-the-minute account of the evolution of intelligence, and a much-needed antidote to the still-rising tide of irrational psychology and occult nonsense. No one can read it without acquiring a deeper, saner understanding of the powers and limitations of that mysterious minicomputer just above and behind one’s eyes.

What if it’s possible that everything you attribute to aches and pains from a downward shift is like turning up the gravity for fruits that could eat you whole? You fall into a submissive pattern or overlay, or talk to a skeleton that renders itself flexible, or even life beyond death for white moving stone pillars, a reflection of coins of foils that you put over your head to protect from rain. Then you can stretch a big giant party hat, and see bubbles of life shimmering from a white haze, causing extreme hatred and fighting in far away countries in other existence planes by having an emotion or prison that takes questions, and offers immediate votes to play your disc, a fallen waterfall wavelength that spins them into tooth-paste, so they eat fire balls that have all kinds of protective lamps and pillars for talking about a scary damn that meets hands turning into golden counters, so people become piles of leap year festivals, just jumping into a never ending whistle of grass leaves, so the flora and fauna were forming worship for an underwater arboretum submarine that super-sizes into where it goes, or gives it a really big nose “Meganium” Aroma. A hidden invisible Scent, so the train likes to smell people, and offer all kinds of Golden-Zinc, for Gold’s Idiosyncratic cinderblocks revamping you inside out, and giving you the sweet feeling of your Hair, smart and delightful encounter with bubbles that you may rain down from solid compositions to shivering crystallization of opportunity pounced and grabbed.

Crystal is Solitary-Walker going to the Zeus-myth~trek of a long story. Red is followed by the Wind-Mill of Eternity to Evil turned Gray, a Dark Magician as the late school-bus of the Lower, first time seen. Ene as Dragonair or Clairborn Polaris Reading Rainbows as the right of way for my intial capstone. Clair appears at the beginning of the first Pokemon episode climbing the rainbow-lightning~ladder up into the highest potential of frolicking catching jolly breezes swinging targets grouped stellar certain trim to the belief in the Star Forge, blasting fire as Charizard!

Solari of 1 reversed veils and put on jackets of rumbling controllers storming down tornados.
The moon of the far away watermelon being jealousy for your Rainbow was the star of the show, the rocking chair of tiles in microwave.
Less imagine~If quests as the detached and seductive interplay of penny-towels, upraising the decaying and long-corruptive competition, raising Corsola as Mew makes Tyranitar feel well in If, a Harmony after heating plate up his capstone by playing on the beach from Ape to man and breaking down his bird of the higher to remove a Slowking-hat, thereby proving that she’s the best, but the Story by a God of the gaps is a Rainbow-bridge wobbling and stretching its bounds to more widely encompass the permitier and make big broad traveling leaps filled in blanks with clams, offering certain inexorable pushes and jumps into the beyond, diving off the bill-board of Ho-Oh for edges of corruption and betrayal in a computer blocked off spirits of the dead from accessing this dimension.

The Red edge of beams and birds is a lot like all kinds of belly buttons for random worm acting like coupons for far away lines of Aslan.
Ash marries Meganium and magnetics cause the birth of death and betrayal.
He marries the rookie Tyranitar as Casey, who was originally a Meganium. The cross was refined by Ice. Seeing the under-toes of your overalls cracked the Aegis. It’s a big Apple witch fork hexagram, a bunch of Bunny feathers being snapped away, or having omega hanging upside down as the devil’s cry taking away your bottles of lotion, and stealing agricultural grounds being happy faces for flight.

The right side turned on and felt the force leaving for Rainbows upholding forces for prisms of many faces are the figures of the Force that team up with double-trouble for the flow of the quilt hanging on dark, evil, domineering threads that throb the counters on a nervous chimney of gliding on a dash and draping the bath tub with wax to shine your face with more purity. I was reading songs with Rainbows. Having kinds with Bunny, or turning the Mountaintop into cinder for hair flying out like all kinds of random straws for the copy cat~Will=document, so rats being the power-stars that such veils opened mouths of teleportation were Victory for the Horn, M-theory being the Father, and much pain being suffered at the cross.

Kreia’s hatred of the Force is further spurred by a windmill to merry waters of all that bounce together Bunny on both sides of feeling, holding hands of marts for futures that beg supremacy of a ruler, or hold treasures and true life-long~gifts as soft-ponds ruminating into galloping forges of stagnation uprooted for your best friend.
Raticate is the will of the world, the soul of the symphony, the crack of dawn, and the soul of Exeggutor upon which the tempest can come back to haunt you, electrifying the cross of glory, and resurrecting galleries from pages, transforming into Tyranitar at will, or even the fable of the story.

By doing away with themes or qualities or meat, the golden-stars reverse steps, becoming the roots of the bipolar-frost~energy being the Rose~colored-genius of the lost in thought and wildly reflective over crossing clouds of question and thought to party pendulum love stroking cabinet hacking of position storied barns of rampage grappled planet tunes freaking out left flipper puff ball fable.
The Apprentice of Extremities was granted 1 Wish – The Star of the show was meeting your Father as the stick of Police, Avo’s Tear, Solari’s Purity, Rainbow’s rooster of everlasting friendship shoreline wall portal trial listener for the table broken crawl space of Caterpie, electrified, static, chasms of Fissures and earth as a birthday cake.

The castles were converging as the starlight destiny of eternity, silver as the screens of glass-circlets, the Hero of Oakveil as a towered orientation to the dark side, and Nintendo Power replacing shoes on horses of voids fulfilled to Maximum-overtime redemption, the rods of the chosen extending their branches, and clicking from both side~trains and exiting earth minerals, so being clubbed to death as the restriction of fullness is the beach of champion = Silver (Blue), being followed by evil later, with both sides of Rhydon helping to better anchor you into Magnet-trains of Pupitar’s finest-triumph being supremacy missing a capstone, because spraying oranges became party hairs sinking Jesus into rumors of roasted storms cloak orbital brown rough houses fighting and disturbing the blood bath from Bunny, feeling the force of floating omens, or just celebrating victory forever, giving no thought to the future, and just being free.

Jesus as Zang is an actor under the will of the almighty as the blasts offer refurbished and better deal deluxe lottery grove voluminous vehicular train exit ditch span needle cactus, rockets reversed as diaries for doubles of symbols, songs trumping bondages, Healing rainbows cracked a laugh to death with both waves of water and walking through fire.

The internet is open; Tyranitar is free. The Present crosses Purity both ways. Red is the top step. The highest bandwidth of communication is the extremity upon which rocking-altitudes are exposed, mathematical certainties for the electrocution of Rainbows around bade abysses for Africans singing with storied corruption of creation. Creation is deeply flawed or tainted, corrupt or imprisoned. It’s the fish upon which Gold = microwave
The nonsense of inside-alleys as beating stands = forks
The fork is standing up as Sabrina, so she was wearing evil-devil~horns

The group of your gossip being the refreshment of sponges for all kinds of cows and badges mixing together
Singing and dancing and flying and squiggling, holding hands together for the wings of far away jungles and jails where guards joke about security to marry shark sticks was jamming all into your peanuts, so tropical-tree~paradises being orange-juice for travelers was a lot like the trajectory of missiles for the tallest-tales fishing and shoving crooked-plastic for rough genes being game-cubes that lay down zithers, and give up their arsenals were zooming in for moods.

The present of the implants as the chronicles of eternity had the time-jars upon which rage for your tempest-forest~fire was gary replaying discs atop palaces trying tricks for SolitaryWalker, Gold beats Red on the Road, and rides deer being Tractor beams for pulling up all of your barriers being Rainbows.
Victory for the Horn is Meganium as AHiddenWorld, and the Tempest-Fire of her forest igloos recovered all points of purity, and weaved their Projects into Will’s Rainbow busting down Rays of Sunshine, because Meganium was free too, and the magic of magnets was the aftermath of the symphony, just pulling you wherever you need to be, and combing Pie’s Hair, because days that real grease as the slippery slow. The valley was covered with perception as the purity of your veils going over and around
Money being the inverse of your orb as a magnet train was the underlying thought of armies united and vibrating Rainbow tryouts for soccer-fudge being a unicorn-vote, so the power of one as the prison of perception was post-portal~stop as Darth Traya

Darth-Traya was ripped to pieces, so the graveyard was gargantuan with her lightbulbs, and snow as the wands of her hands was bringing states together as the bounds of doubles being bondage for destiny, reversing Meganium into magnets
Rainbows was magnetized with baptized-plates, giving power ranger insect buddies brands, or fresh as Yugioh shirts. Lucas Sims = Silver Truck, Freezer, Universe, Big-Crunch, Internet, Solar Beam, Meganium
Shadows were gargantuan hallways for missiles being stolen, so barbed-wire covers your beds, and magic beams of maximillion pegasus awaken your millennium items, so keys opening uneven spaces for far greater breakthroughs was meeting endless expansion as the clock tower super-nexus of hoses and collars reading rainbows, or even god grounded and crumpling up palpatine shocked and shunned
So soil is like the lion of the fool for a toothbrush of Omega helping to burst free your mom’s singing voice, so space being the god-send of the Apprentice

The Ubermensch is that Lightning and that Frenzy, a colored Witch-fork of infinite futures, or a detachment of rain to shower the surface with ripples, innocent drops of thoughts that shatter souls, so Lugia is frozen forever, or the dragons are awakening as Final-Annihilator~genes for the doves of lotion to Shakespeare and Fear, like incineration being the middle of Bowser to burst his big-belly
The Grand secret lies in the “rocks” and the grand human design code-Oracle encrypted in virtually all of his other mystical paintings, Teleport~Cerulean-Telephone
DaVinci, being all wise and snapping, or just trying to crack and apple was filled with fruits and herbs from a berry that hypnotizes people, a psychotic dream-sandal of an owl or night-thief, a right and fitting crown. Was he a genius or was he somehow connected to the tree of Life? This resurrection file roosted a crease for his binder, a kind of laughing face or tryout for the squares, so we slip down into a dining-hall, and hit a night-core~star playing checkers, perhaps even an Alakazam attachment for spoons.
The source of all Knowledge = Alakazam, Slowking, Scizor, Sandslash, Hitmonlee, Typhlosion, 1st, Ruby, Sapphire, Soccer, Bunny, up, cleat, afroditegoneawry

Sabrina’s Omnipotent – King Arthur (unknown to me) may at least have a connection to Salamence. Taken at face value, in the Grail we have a stone or crystal-like~object of variable physicality that emits powerful life-force energy, can translate thoughts into material foodstuffs, has seeming intelligence and volition, functions “Oracularly,” and requires high spiritual integrity from those who wield and serve it lest they be destroyed by it.
The “other-worldly” branches off and sub-divides the continuum. The door of the Ubermensch is to the left.
*The highest form is “speaking Rainbows”!