Proper Steriche Protocol.

 

When the Steriche is given an arpent, you'll find, if and when you attempt to 'touch it up', with the sides of your fingers (NOT including your thumbs), that certain parts will give way, even as a wicked firmness begins to envelope the tailings of a process. It should be 

added that surveys have found that one in five instances will include a coldness, which , seemingly, has no place, except for when a roughness is highlighted in a weakened striation. Now you'll want to be sure to think of the one suitable word which will have the effect of encouraging a temperamental bonding when likely smaller wishes could lead to desirable national encounters. When you are given even the most ponderous of suggestions, please run with it for all you're worth. They won't play easily by the latter rounds, if at all.

If we take you to the front of a collection  of seasoned opportunists, it's only for the good we sense is lurking, even if optimal seating is reserved for overly prideful revanchists. Some of us have had good luck outlining a feverish rehearsal in light of a prospective appearance by those who stand to lose a fair piece if any or our bowls are sold in time for the Biennial Fiction. It features Hyman Stewart and Rory Wilpenburg. They will be manning a task force which will allow us to careen through a deptive tourist map without any question coming undone but for a lack of nicks in time. This won't, or shouldn't, matter, what with every third scouting prospect anointed with a healthy balm of crushed, cylinderized wood and undermodulated calcified sparrow felbers. You'll see when we arrive together at a lunch not far from the way you used to feign darkness in a breaking pattern. Does anyone think they have one yet? It won't hurt if you do.

Now when the Steriche is mounted, the waxy paper tabs can be counted upon to yield to any psycho-social resistance which hasn't yet been detected by our capable monitors. This is the occasion when each of your surviving parents will be brought in for a run-through and our dream of testable plangents will reach its epictomy and all liars will retire to a de-fabulized hazing room. Then we'll ask the rest of you if and whether any plaintiffs were observed congregating at a time and place of our choosing, thus to behold a tolerance schedule for wood in a looming sheet. You'll notice that one of our three faces has taken on the aspect of an angular motion-sickness triad. This should cause no alarm, unless, of course, you've elected to hold back any essential details from our recording person. She is reputed to be prone to bolus seizures during instances of this color. Any spare rods you may hide in your car might help with this. We are sure that hearts are, even now, warming to see your progress in our fifth generation social engine. Can we begin?

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This is not the commonly accepted version.

 

Only one moment before, even as I felt just a bit 'iffy', I motioned to the logician who had accompanied me that day, before any brigands were caught, branded and left to be fed with the others who we'd previously ignored, much to our collective peril. There's a dampness on the underneath part which could fool you, but only if you think that 'care' is something that comes in a package which arrives at a random interval, come what may. May I send you my leftover final minutes or has a breech been discovered while I overlooked our common enterprise at the direction of the chosen few? It won't get in the way as it used to because, quite frankly, we've been inspecting any type of container which melds to a species-specific ontology of lift-and-release. And that's not saying something that others would feel framed their tatters to an indigent disk. My pleasure.

When Third Father pronounced an underappreciated policy prescription to be forever null in a crappy void, I sometimes hear a vibrant bromide being splashed before a Rector whose deposit we've neglected to squirrel away from the various Archdeaconesses who fling my precious towels into a raging inferno of antique Barbara Larson Portable Stanchons. These were my final gift to a couple who managed to always appear shaken, even while they appealed to a bonded set of irregular particles it's been their pleasure to dissolve nightly at one. The very same gate that you've supplied to our chewdren is due for a much needed overhaul for the princely sum of one hundred dollars and ninety-nine cents. Some might aver that all who seek our bunting are due for a doubly pugilistic con-fab. It hurts when I say it like that, no?

Our intentions were never based on an unheralded potency; to be sure not even a wicked gimp would dare call the shots if anyone else had mottled quietly without our applause juicing the way. Forewarnings will not betoken a rise of incalculable penetrations of graduated base-line portents. We cannot refuse to NOT cast them into a shade of passive nuclear fistulence. Our love is a bracing caspinet, but no one will find that written anywhere but on that place of definitive ospints. Their one and only task is to ready our trap-force to incite the lucid creepers in their number to befall a standing waylay juncture before applying the final pressure mask to my indentured Slovak. They are all with us now. But this does not include any rapt fendrick trolls. It's time for your pill.

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A Time of Testing.

This long delayed Water Celebration, for in truth it was only coming to us due to the effects of one increasingly absent circumstance, would now be upon us in full force if only because the other lacks could not be focussed upon. But, try as we may--and we did!--all the formerly youngest Officers, having erected the very thing which we've come, with no justification whatsoever, to fear inordinately, are now quite literally exploring an opening which hasn't even appeared yet. By dots, which obscure insatiable lines, we stroke their wires for meager rhinds, the plastic revolvers of which go some ways to helping us to become aware, as nonces must make do as the nomenclature of choice. Where will they get our voundas to stretch? In substitution for which we will delay our third time for the peace of children in situations.

But the goad to a final reversal is only and ever a prim and deciduous sound. Resembling a cough crossed with the negation of a twig, some of the older ones hear it just prior to retiring. I myself, while accompanying my elderly daughter to a clinic appointment, was quite convinced that the latter half of our assemblage was giving testimony in this format. Eighty-one birds were counted on three successive days near the Third Hole. My Commandant evinced a series of increasingly nervous urinations. Near a movie theater, under an abandoned truck, or even inside a revolving enemy structure. The price to be paid, not in blood this time, but--you guessed it!--'qualification tickets', absorbed through the skin the way any well behaved moppet should. But sink ye in foreblocks? Not (just) saying...

In more granular times, they opine about the truth in shityards. Some others will bevel and squawk, even though the squarish jaw tromps all vantasias for the vain to revile our lerquids. But our own loam forms a coating upon which to inscribe any less then intolerable undertone and then exit the scene like a whipped icon of a cunning pith. Your own biprective inductions are coming into question, even as the documents foretell a measly babbling turret. A tradition of abuse at the melting point of titanium cannot provide cover for each of your pandistic bromads to lead the sequence of chills. For that we call on a succulent cat and its seven companion moles. Each is described in a separate paper. The paper in on file with our person. The person is assumed to be no longer alive. What living there once was is now thought to be an outmoded barbarity. And, if any of the remaining pirates could talk, this would not be their message. For that, any other party would have to turn in place and receive a junction near their upper head. If so, success is assured. Don't test us.

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Please try to make my friend feel welcome!

 

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