Garage Orders

it is a need to obey,Purdee, livid, you see her now. Livid, my beauty be. Pretty may seal you in but the first known will only have reread herselves back on my net. Hence, the circus, dear visitors. Behind her model looks she admitted having a weak link: I, Arego the Fol, beaming the four corners of all those walls it owned made the derelict dome into a new hope. A girl, her friend, the cross and the globes...spinning madly around the head of the king of Spade. Ther game yeghs out, are we naive ? Nevermind the buttons we are the real acting event in Canada, the adjunction thereof of all we worked and worthed in thy castle...is sole garantor of our worth or our hydras, the ballroom that we own....The main mare having been caught between the old picture of Queen one Red and the look of the CÌÀ mad acting betraying gun wielding inspector guarding the role model, you dear lectors, to persecute and persevere in all other circus, in the fields on the planets of our roaming devilict ship.....and in the name of all. The Queen proud domain owner makes a woamn out of her. Her name is yet to be seen, you ain underst. you just stare and there read across your own need....it seems. Bigger! Purdee died on the 4th line and...you still ain beamed to L.A...Long Live Mine Control. I am the quein and I isolate all worms...by this work it seems....................................etc.