Earth as a Birthday Cake

So who’s the greatest Jedi-Master of all~time? Count Dooku activating the Dark Reaper.
So why is Yoda the most perfect-rebirth of divine~wisdom? He’s very patient or enduring and time replacing, maybe the fewest with mistakes and lack of judgment, the Lightning of all things. He is an arbiter, the new resurrection of glass with Ebony.
There’s an orb standing over a multifaceted duplication of Christmas, and this shed repeats for weaknesses into a merry gathering.
Yoda replays a diamond-time~scale on crossbow-dragon~eyes. This could implicate the destruction of illusory-transpiring. There’s no clarity or focus and extreme integration either. It’s just that your hips don’t lie! A local boy kicked me in the butt last week. You stab a big-giant~pitchfork into the mouth of the Apprentice, the city of a big-giant~cloud+jumper for waving like crazy, Xbox-360. Guys were really entertained and fascinated by a Turbine’s disturbance! It offered all kinds of imprisonment-tile~spectra, an upside rumble of Love that was acting like scuba-divers all over the lava~lamps of directives and grounds. A forest-retraction~time+bending/scheme

Yoda is missing a certain heart-fire or elemental~rage. It was an arboretum like Disney World, a dream-gathering of the star-lit~canvas!
This blew forth a giant-torrential~downpour, a blizzard of unrelenting swords. It was just shooting contingencies. It was taking a razor all over the birth-day~cake of your perception. It wore a tangled-beard of refilling-UFO~tanks bathing in a silk-night~Knight, a cursed-castle that was pushed into a Porygon-hexagram, and flooded to death by clubs. Whether the invisible seeps in or the sword was sinister, you were crying up tears into the light of all force, and cutting them with a zither. Victory for the Horn is the unknown-escalator of imprisoned~Purity, whatever the Transcendental-spire means. It was a Luciferian-Hose~head that shot you all over the place, so you moved really quickly through a McDonald’s Arch-way. This was the castle~bishop, drinking rubies and getting ready for an unexpected trip falling out of a screaming window. The preacher was immediately electrified, blaming bubbles that put bars all over binders, the internet-genie.

If we substitute knowledge for books, then father time can remove unfolding. Crows shout an ancient-diamond~treasury+trajectory, an amulet of the lion’s vanity, so ruins were cascading upon a fixed-horizon as a stirring~fraction of the bare-ending~excitement for a little dipper of Jet-annihilated~peaks. You were wearing a sun-circlet of showers, an infinite-directory of advice, drinking a Jet-shipper of boomerang-foam, continually washing up on the shore in pale-buckets of gray, a growling time~tempest of the retracting sea that spreads seeds everywhere, a tu-tu or wild~flower of dream-sacred~fame, tearing away the covers of something rather than nothing.
This answers the question and vaguely summarizes the ghost of Maiden’s Peak and a Frost-Fallen~Will. The way-shrine was the Tempest of the dawn~sacrifice, an inside-out~orb+parameter, an abomination of the sworn-duty~pain that suspends a blood~fountain-wall, digging ginormous magical circlets of shiny lust, and breaking a sick owl fear that counters a flying reception crease, and a raptor rapidly generated growth from a powerplant, the annihilating thunderbolt of construction, so with hip-hop and music bands ever increasing, the whiskers offer entertainment, performances whispering to a Thunder-chess~board, the aftermath of an Ebony Arboretum with trees that carry whispers in the evening

Higher Man – Yoda is inexorably included to say the very least; that’s indisputable! He’s casting off a shell, evolving to a higher-state. The lesson of perception is better for offering picnics for the constant replacing of original dials, and eat a bunch of ice cream, the oldest feathers of a star-lit~canopy. This would imply the immediate resolution of a time-bending~cycle. In this regard we can better whirl or bring into climb a Bunny-guardian~stream. This is what leaves the original parameters, and speaks freely into shapes. By better speeding or having a certain high-flying~circus, the Rosicrucian-nexus of gardens has regenerating dream arrows and light house swords of the higher man.
So it deals with retaining or seizing authority. Is BunnyRaptor supposed to have more authority on the seizing-page, I think not! The fuse of the sofa entered the Prophet! This created a dream-catching~liberty+bell for skyscrapers to turn pale white, where the owl is waving or dancing and squeezing bellies and fence-links. So Maze in Fable is Zarathustra, the computer of the mainframe, the end of breathing, and the guide of fame!
So the idea is the Highest-Path! So who never makes mistakes? Yoda – an ancient collar of divine wisdom exists somewhere, a dizzy seat of tyrannous horses for a hailing capstone of trajectory mania for hieroglyphics of a magical creation just shouting out at the crossroads of destiny, so this levels or balances both bears of impossibility, and offers you a soda for learning to speak a new language.

How can you not think it’s awesome when Bunny’s flying up in the air like a hot-dog with you in a diagonal? This is the horizon of ways, Mrs. Powers
The gates were opened for the ocean of cost-barriers and fines. There’s no edge or visible spectrum, metric of measurement. No standardized system of agreement, or even fixed solidity. Nothing changes or evolves, flows or touches. It was rocking a chair of a match-engineered~God, a birthday cake of a crowning festival, or a collar of Will. With subservience and guidance to the pillars, everything wins, erases you from existence, or calls a knot for the root-canal, so christmas was celebrated at mach-meteor~speed+intervals, so the sea was grounded as the glue of aim, a horoscope of time-bending~percentages to better-steer or sanctify a blessing.
That reminds me of a looney-tune’s trail~booster! So Pokemon the 2nd-Movie shows the higher-man as both exeggutor and slowking, the most surprising train going choo-choo-choo for chocolate covered trees that walk and move.

It is the season to be jolly Grandpa Yoda, a Yo-Yo of eternal-recurrence and blissful snowfall. It was a night that you would never forget on christmas!
It was a Staff of Purity to sanctify a blessing of time and a horoscope for the Pokemon.
Aeon Neon Kindle Hold-letters can by flying up in the air over acres.
The darkest depths of the water were swerving towards that singularity of Salamence as a lost-green. Ein from Pokemon holds a spoon. Venus is the best Pokemon Trainer
A perfect God starting the Big Bang, and teleporting Gengar with his voice was a devil-vapor~pavement+wrecking/ball

A Big Fat White Stone of Amber, separated from all the rest in virtue by a stick.
White = Meganium, Stone = Tyranitar, Amber = Snorlax, Suicune, Delcatty, Vileplume, Banette, Steelix
Lava or Volcano-Crown = RaptorWizard is “Sabrina” from the Book of Silence, that was devouring it, or Tyranitar.
That moment of realization seemed to stretch on forever, time distorted and slowed, and she felt herself drawn out across an eternity, staring into the warbeast’s eyes for endless eons. A piece of warped and broken time was utterly beyond her experience or conjecture, but now discovered that it was coming from the earth beneath her feet, and that the ground was beginning to shake. Each had its rules, symbols, totems, and intended duration, a pretty pattern.

Garth, temple-warlock~arbiter+tree/Oracle – Death, Life, and Time. It was time that created lords, worlds, and everything. Dreams somehow connect to existence, beyond the world of creation. What if it’s “not” just space beyond the bottle of our Temple? But what if the quest means more than the alignment of malevolence? You disrupted the whole cosmic balance, by favoring life over death.
If a WarLock is higher than a Wizard, then what does that make me? Chikorita jumps to the top and becomes the highest! Feraligater as Zarathustra is a radioactive core of all consciousness. Meganium’s the sweetest and cutest of all the Pokemon! It’s impossible to make the transition of a trap-binding~circlet? But from where does the ocean form a pacing swirl? Worlds drain a binding steak!

A giant space sub arboretum was extra dining and carbon drinking, like a certain ice cube or irreplaceable grotto was a giant snowman miner, so the ocean was swerving into a vain existence.
There’s an impossible sort of gravitational-nexus~transition from a hair-cream propeller that better flips up sand as a caterpillar over monsters in escape hatches that redirect trains and wax forks over an apocalypse eclipse brimming with vitality! An ancient breathing of a bubbling-double~star was a switch-blade for your canvas, so it all came alive.
Metagross was vaccinating the caveman of the vampire! It was a pale-stone of a mystical-magnet~getaway that drummed in flaws and hardship. It was a bright television of a falling anchor.
So the question is greeting the new dawn!
We awoke with dry ice and painful annihilating screens of a tube bottle box gift that writes or stirs a boot, a contemplation of the endless Father, a wheeling-sun~crater of the highest-evanescent~beauty yet for beholding.
A sun-circlet~crown of will, and a deep-sun~rider of a far away Tempest-Fountain, a never ending dream symphony of a star-catcher, a flaw in walls and bridges.
So better controlling the cat-takeover~crest+base was Kyogre the shark, a stick of lemons for lips of rubies, and Albert Einstein blowing down dream bubbles that hose-prolong the hots that you got moving the block.
Replenishing or flipping and putting fudge over everything to seal it together
So what if nothing makes sense, or wings are tilted and sliding? Then You’re already there!

The Earth-Refinery of Solar-Flesh – So if you disregard it or throw everything down the drain, then the new-world subjection-subservience is a subway.
Batman Beyond Dark Night – Garth is the Dark Magician – It was an ancient dream castle or random teleportation pads as the glass came destroyed through the highest faith into a better state. By jumping into that which is sharp or painful, it was pushing the shore-line into a power~plant!
The legendary web-spinner was a plate of strange-alien~dialects and deep, underlying themes of a mystical flow~channel! It was coughing down a chimney of a sub-conscious~garden that’s awakened in your pond, the dying embers of a faded-luxury. This was a trip of 3-singing~boats that all bombed down the shell of a carbonite-gray, a deep and expensive undertaking of a listener’s stillness to the furthest-mystical~melody that was the implant of bicycles showing disrespect to president-shark~stick, just throwing random sludge everywhere!
Ene was giving birth to a baby that ate chocolate for potato chips. It was a maximized-fullness~awakening+spectrum
Greeting the New Dawn – We awoke with dry ice and painful annihilating scarecrows. Of a tube bottle box gift that writes or stirs a boot. A contemplation of the endless Father, a wheeling-sun~crater. Of the highest-evanescent~beauty yet for beholding. Sun-circlet~crown, Far away Tempest-Fountain of a deep Sun~Will, symphony of a star-catcher

A far down substance abuse drinks and subjects a lineage of an aegis-wall for counting the days of a pale white harvest. It was a catapult of epic proportions and ginormous leaps, an irreplaceable-boundary of never-ending~success.
So the trees could catch the cold with the highest-silver~paranoia for a majestic-juvenile of dream-timelines. It was a surf-board of the eternal-engine~crowbar, a devilish-janitor of horoscopes that can refill you.
This is what puts reincarnation at the top of the super-market, the most lovely surprise of a delightful loudmouth, a beating of the tap-dance~doorway that sticks your leg out. Bunny was just an abused conceptualizer director chicken, roasted and clubbed to death. It was acting a lot like a majestic-imagination~monopoly, just hunting down Oracle’s-vains.

Da Vinci is the Winter-Solstice of the laser~capture for understanding the Prophet.
Pupitar is the best Pokemon, the UnderSeer of Evolution, the rumble of Rainbows, veils and glasses of fireworks and families, ignited and grounded on uneven surfaces, but how do you pass through 6th house Telvanni into a Solar-charge that electrifies collars?
The pale-Prophet was turned sick and gross with a very Greece-like and protective extra special-wand that was flashing diamonds. It was moving in and out to a hyper-hand rabbit, a set of letters and symbols that act like a forest-mansion of hexagrams, a luciferian-hose~head of an extreme-redirectory of ultra-sensitive chocolate-bags and celtic-metronomes, a call that beckons or subdues and worships a Wraith of faded Twilight for a deep-dream~star or laughter and giggles through ginormous talismans of a dream-side~lodge for inner mysteries and preaching or explaining a black box of death and shark eggs for shields and transformations being a momentary getaway of a far greater inspiration for transpiration!
It was throwing paper plates into a seduction twister, a northern reach of far away themes that implants thoughts and bombs of a blessing sofa wedding web bug.
You caught the love-bug with Bunny and were crowned as “Dear Diary”! So this man and this Bunny being the club of a breeze were boarded and shrunk. It was a dream-getaway~mansion as Alaska blinking the lights of Arborealis. It blew in as the manifesto of a thick Tempest. It was combined-fusion~polmerization of Hair! It was accepted as Night-Core~bursts of Sunny+D! You can walk or stomp on anything as its own trampoline!

Vases were ruling the Clarity-Present~Arcanum. The sun comes through the Pyramid, so Tyranitar is a radioactive core of all consciousness, a symbol of a fading moonlight and a far away rose crown of signatures in the flesh as a Paradise for the Oracle’s Vains transpiring through shells of a retarded-Gray, clear as Bunny’s fin!
Bunny’s a MerMaid for Patchy the Pirate, Oracle of Veins gone coo-coo for cuffs on hands, or a fin for feel.
The Mermaid was film-vanity and overhaul showering, like millions of twinkling-snowflakes that catch you in a warp-tube bed-seal, an instant electrocution or lockdown of your zoo for identifying explanation and territorial trees, a right of passage and plunge into simplicity, or an ever-changing~dream+curtain that levels the playing/field.

Rocks, sponges, tubes, and insects for Slowbro breath shining drinks as potions. The claymore-rush was geeky for wellsprings. Instant-destruction~desert+sticker/cakes were explained and deposited for monkey mission samples. This was the timeless spatial creation edge of removing a smooth Bunny praying as ending the Lakers, so minutes for Kobe as 24 in time or rejection from a big tall giant better balls or opens a sinister-reign, a rocket-cruise or slick-staff~elevator for mornings and replacing candy for endlessly rude spring-sponge~baths, so by bending or collecting and licking a sound we glide and crawl a masonry crow for mazes being a lot like upraising and switching for a mist of a hurtful humming beacon, a kind of dream-distress or purging of the landmass for bubbling bottoms into inverted soup cans with the top upside down, so by having pouches carrying a camp side style, a certain satellite or brush hurried hurling of original hopping stones renders blue a smoking narcissism for a super-speeder of light-tainted~fame being the mouth-promise of a sour ray extracted or erased for a mattress.

The eskimo was wearing a pan on his head to ride a turbine. The snow was the frost-fall of leaves beneath where you sit. Nothing is tumbled down in tracks or crushed and stamped upon underneath the fallen leaves. A scalework-licking~spree offered a timeless dream voyage for quest marker compass stones fulfilling or refreshing and replenishing Magical Meganium leaves. By removing the straw bending burden, proportion flared an eclipse cannon or false eyes surprise aspiring or ships and piles upon a fish fountain forgery lanturn.

Cheerleaders kicking legs were the underlying attachments of the profound. So by penetrating or having as an axis or broken lever, the creation quiz for the subway acceptance vault had cameras and vampires for a hated suspension.

The ruins of Alph was being blocked off by a Caterpie. The problem is that people don’t accept BunnyRaptor. I actually respond extremely frequently with a lot of fantasy and feeling blown way out of proportion. So the forest is like the soil for fruits as the bandwidth. We endlessly lay down white stone altars of Jet oil manufacturing. Fantasy enflames and charges a deep toiling reservoir of twisted smoke infused into an invincible greenhouse tapestry. This doubles back over or presents an endless wish box. It constitutes or detaches a document of will, a set of lines and jewels that jump into a magic envelope.

These friends of ours present a curtain or firewall. The whole was coming out of a juvenile mage grade. This better opened or had a certain inevitable ax pouch, a temple golden groom majesty!

It was the split-spark tapestry~peeling of an age old science dragon scream, uplifting or storing and holding magnetic-lines to create anything imaginable, the death of knowledge. So fixes or states and blues with openings remind me of a jolly-walker~landmine+sponge. Your demolitions escalator Machiavelli assault was geeky and perverted for your sad face of the tee-pee. It was a bug straw noodle catcher, a kind of star-vanity~oasis+shatter/point for dealing litter boxes of busses that supplied an endless defense support or security system, so socks came over white water rushing, scaring off gray twilight, wishing doorways and alien boat mobiles that purge the broadest frontier, so God was commanding the foundation. Raptor will Light the super-nexus.

You were locked out or cast and chained or stunted by the stone valley lord overseer for deviation and destruction or fuse-cannons that ignited on set passion ablaze for a famine, a colossal sort of deluge for a resurrection-door.