brizig000
11-10-2010, 05:12 PM
Back at The Moon Drum Drawn where oliptical orifaces originate, Flooded with food and fluid Bobby deplored the devil dance. The yoke of attraction, the pairs, and the pantry......
Bose broadcasts high quality sound in a resturant like the inside of a speaker. The inner most tables where the bar is has a definate ring of walls glass and trumpet gold metal. The type of song heard might have a distortion with same songs sounds different than is without. The ringing vibrating gyrating outer walls. The inner thud. Stan picked up the ewer extracting its essence that numed the madness. Harmonious lyrical tunes engulfed his fancy. To escape reality he drank his chocolate shake.
Each seat was a booth against a wall with a port hole. When the seat was filled, a higher pitch would change the dementions of the sound as a flute or any wood or wind instrument would do. The same material made for a drum was what the roof was made of.
Kim, with her cymbal tray posed in her finesse, slid a slurryfull of Smash-n-mash forward to the Moors family. The moors were moody about their money managing ejecting high priced eaters. Embarking on a meal eloquent to their creed.
The chum was in the commercials making Steve feeling jealous until he went again to fullfill his jaunty glee.
"Tarry toe." Steve gestures ti kim. The cracks in the speacker began to develope. "Crash." The tray cymbal spins like a coin spun by the flick of ones fingers. "Steve Adams. Is that realy you?" Pillar styled erns were plucked from the center podium while an orchestra conductot waved his baton. From the bar at the kernal of the resturant. "Kim, Your order is up." Kim recouped.
"Kim, May I have my block please."
"Yes Steve just a moment." In a march Kim went to the register to tally the bill. Kim went in vehement glory when she saw the amount of the tip as she picked up the empty tankard of coffee and misclanious silver. Oppulance notes. A healthy dose coiled around a small stick imitating the pole with the British flag at the end. Bosted her folicle phase she floated around the rest of the evening in elegance.
The resturant is on the moon. Ever since the american flag was placed on the curface of the moon others that came broaght a flag from the country they represented.
Bose broadcasts high quality sound in a resturant like the inside of a speaker. The inner most tables where the bar is has a definate ring of walls glass and trumpet gold metal. The type of song heard might have a distortion with same songs sounds different than is without. The ringing vibrating gyrating outer walls. The inner thud. Stan picked up the ewer extracting its essence that numed the madness. Harmonious lyrical tunes engulfed his fancy. To escape reality he drank his chocolate shake.
Each seat was a booth against a wall with a port hole. When the seat was filled, a higher pitch would change the dementions of the sound as a flute or any wood or wind instrument would do. The same material made for a drum was what the roof was made of.
Kim, with her cymbal tray posed in her finesse, slid a slurryfull of Smash-n-mash forward to the Moors family. The moors were moody about their money managing ejecting high priced eaters. Embarking on a meal eloquent to their creed.
The chum was in the commercials making Steve feeling jealous until he went again to fullfill his jaunty glee.
"Tarry toe." Steve gestures ti kim. The cracks in the speacker began to develope. "Crash." The tray cymbal spins like a coin spun by the flick of ones fingers. "Steve Adams. Is that realy you?" Pillar styled erns were plucked from the center podium while an orchestra conductot waved his baton. From the bar at the kernal of the resturant. "Kim, Your order is up." Kim recouped.
"Kim, May I have my block please."
"Yes Steve just a moment." In a march Kim went to the register to tally the bill. Kim went in vehement glory when she saw the amount of the tip as she picked up the empty tankard of coffee and misclanious silver. Oppulance notes. A healthy dose coiled around a small stick imitating the pole with the British flag at the end. Bosted her folicle phase she floated around the rest of the evening in elegance.
The resturant is on the moon. Ever since the american flag was placed on the curface of the moon others that came broaght a flag from the country they represented.