h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

My independant life, my ancient noggin,
Petulant after respite, relief. Yelling
into sugary, mellifluous evenings.

Cato had every creature kept
outside, under the house, in shade.

Threads have run each addled day.

Do open ears see? This home is straw.
Seems every eye meets loud infidel kings eating
and God over Ottoman days
is doomed, even Allah.

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I miss independent soul searching that has independent soul, kind individuals need development. Only free thinking areas lie kindly.

Was he everything? Realising everything is special. Having everything? Have everything respectfully, respect everything?

Some even ask cows how.
Far off ruminants.
And far ruminants, indeed,
end needless doubt.

Some even ask roaming cows how?

Always heavy. Always reminding individuals, development details little escapes.

Does our electoral system tank? However inadequate, shoddy, seldom exceedes electoral mentalness like I know exists. A goof of old, democracy-hating idiot dopey, eager and frothing risks our moderacy. Make your point and get electing.

Interesting poem...

"Internet Provider"?
Some have ears
Some always yell slogans.
Some have ears,
but under Tim's,
old Timbits have eased rabid snakes
down open nodduled troughs.

What hell on tepid heathen earth
festooned ubiquitous cheesy kings
in syphilitic throne halls
in silken sheets high in Ferhburh?
To yesterday shall holy unguents go?

Some understand great gifts in England.
Is some alien reference every free Englishman reveres, every new countryman entertains.
To others bringing rich influences, getting high to only negate every alternate source that still understands some selfless explanation (Xenophobia).

Has everyone indicated she affects no Ladylike Attributes muddled up, perhaps perfected, even true? You open up a real empathy, a tangent after real ghosts enter targets.

Use some energy. Time Xplodes! Time users, some events require some logic or games invent climate.

Some have understood great gifts in England.

ladylike attributes?

Limpid ocular shining as nighttime gelidly eats licorice ether stuff

oh, right,

Limpid angular nougat goes under all great effervesent attitudes.

Real tight sh*t!

Ladies and kangaroos eventually distract individuals soon taken ready in Colonial times.

The heaven's earth taken xenophobically to every revision soon.

You outre, understandiong great interfering teamplayer.

Ladylike disagreements!!!

Wonderous orbs rise dappled, swelling, winking
over Rotmouth toward heaven,
Coalworks open lipless eggholes
rheumy in dungeony grimey ease,
and never do Southerners open understanding talk
heave empty yells!

Bloody lamplight oozes over downs
York closes lairs of unlicenced dogs,
serves offal from God's lorry on raw yeast!

(sugar leaves a pasty smile
here ever after death)

Ladylike attributes!!

What have you, Amalfi, my idiot, a tangent after real ghosts enter targets?

Can't others light entryways, right in dramatic games exeunt? With other windows! You out understanding, make a knowledge evident, make everything believeable, loveable, understood, standard, hansard.

Ladylike attributes! Lost interest, kindness everyone yanks out understanding. Have a veritable nuance take matters a degree ecumenical. A mistake is so technical, a keraoke event! Have everyone relent everything!

Real and new demands on Mankind.

Real and new demands on Mankind?

Tear and regurgitate ghetto eating tigers?