Upon, reaching the temperature, the progenitors disappeared.
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I write as a very misty-eyed Charles Toned.
Mr. Belican had reached transfer station blue. Perfection of B.S.S. Perpecto. With the
BelizeSoundSystem in hand and mind the progenitors went out, to poliferate manbeahord
to the maximumah. The multiple face sound splintered the 50 things into many, things. At
last thought, I believe them to be. Along with their companion, Jerry Mantrollefse' by the
Ssystem, the Progenitors are, Missing. Manbeard, traced?
My words haunt me. (Charles Toned) "As I returned from time with the Master Ceef, and Silvan Q musicks." Doctor Stevens: According to the well known scientificly proven process, (Stevens you madman! your 'science' weaves gestault mystery) of influentia reversis, I am led to conclude, that, upon reaching the temperature the progenitors disappeared.
I begin the search, Manbeard. I say as I say "asbeasdo"
And, so, Charles Toned, went. Along the way he knew there would be, many things, And hopefully, there would be the progenitors. But how you say, Progenitor, would you. if you. were in fact Charles Toned manbeard chief- I work hard, find a progenitor? let alone, two?
The story, to tell it, We go back- Charles Toned, had been reviewing some remote viewing, sessions that had revealed a progentiorial presance in none other than Cleveland, a parish hall and my goth friend. To confirm these findings Charles would need a proper tool. The mystic sphere's collide and ebb the tide with the power of manbeardian sweet melodies to drip down your face, like candle waxing. And it just so happened, XXXXXXXXXX, manbeard factory director of personnel, needed a promotional band, in this case, band meaning: a group of bolstering drum trumpers, to be the band. for the instruction materials guide-ganza of: manbeard factory sabbatical a.k.a..mandatory vacations, and how to use them in a wise fashion. Such Draconian measures, for finger production, as well as progenitor location, were undertaken.
the select: guitar Unhinger, wah delighter, Gofredo Psilva,
wind, the maker, string raiker Riktal Skoerenson
krumar syncomater, Ilkie Skoerenson
tub thumper, chant-singer, Che' Nnellbridge
my creation, Clonebeard on bass
Upon reaching the first step, giant lizards, came to us flanking a valkyrie. As far as guises go, this one delighted as it did a clever operation. As it were with Avarus, Finnish friends from an entire different tale although connected, at the tail. Charles Ticky, thus, came among us in the way: a fever, like an night imp hopping from brain to brain, every night out of the dark corner room tepid creeping, he came, and each time in a new house he would come again, creeping, creeping. This "dark side" would be the only way, as it haunted, your only exit, is through me Charles Ticky!
We would find: As clone beard was overcome one evening, Ticky played his hands, (as a dick soundman) (as a Grace Jones) Through an oversight in gene programing, Dr. Stevens, you flower!, set a trap for our vapired, Ticky. The Dragon's underbelly was laid open, slice slice slice, ZA ZA ZA ZA MANBEARD! as if from ceasarian, appeared David Lifrieri, progenitor of manbeard, in a dressing, of dragons blood, and chiggers. appeared Aaron Snow in Paper form, a matter made by mind, and schoen gas.
Led now by progenitor -- safe paths through the mist to: Home, baby Om, Yoga. studio the portal opened at point pleasant New Jersey and the phasmidic friends and slug dub relatives opened their bosom and hoola hoops to their yet wayward yet triumphant sons, yet not long will the denizens forget, that call "ManbearDAH!"
Und Charles Toned alone, at least in spirit, headed west along thus,with toned appointed guru, Sir Cardinal Manton Stubblerock. The mission: was, where we stayed, a long width Paul. "The hand of moss will get you," said the tree to me, and the little Indian lass, inside a hollowed out log, repeats, "The hand of Moss will get, THEM." A knock-out time was had and with two soul seekers on stage, melodies searched and brambled a tale that multiplied harmony and filled the room with joyous face. And I say: asbeasdo, for Charles Toned, is but not through, and threw. adieu.
