Master of Masters
Twenty four hours in a day? Pardon we to you talk this way clear, we advocate without debate state ;
not enough to understand you man,
said, a voice coming from the dark corner of your mind, the time guardian measurer, turns looking at it, looking at his time, map!
We, numerous agree, cool breeze we C, too short a day B,
before we knew , what, what it was?
The world needs you, to change it for us, we are now too long with this 24 hour a day restriction Master,
He who is extraordinary, demand of the time guardian more time,
more,
Master , resilient be U, please make the day longer too?,
Please we know you can Master Man,
Perhaps 29 hours, or better yet, 40 hours a day Master?
Times hour expansion, action? Nothing stopping U?
Morphs who do, better than U as we C you do.
Ouk ka do, doer U power Master be U, when you floss your minds muscles, the earth quivers rustles and shake earth quakes, seas turn orange queens.
That is close and when you sleep, so does the ocean do too, become it, like in your pictoriality orange reflecting gods sun as one, with case four or more fractal webtrees immersing from your seas,
Some, some, some times, you get fresh with the natures nurses, slick up and go option deep inside your minds imagery semmetry?
What you to us, let us inspired C, a grand Tropicana pictoriality beauty, from out of your mind, where we C, U let us in to your eyeball, looking through it, pass your eye lashes out to the sea, we humbly aspirate marvel, C, bests sunsets!
Girls morph to Women, Boys to men pass again deceased singing softly, " there is no grave to hold my body down, cast me , cast me, cast me in your sea C, where I can swim free for ever more fractally,"
Thank you, grateful we B, You share with us your artistry!
Pu eno htiw eht ecrof ni ecaep!
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