Axer Jenkins

Dreams are realized when the frequencies of blue and red align to make a harmony worthy of a noble rainfall. Too many missions have been failed and we'll have to watch the men perish once again

Only a certain amount of graduated cylinders can determine a night out. Around 8.5 will be enough to make a good time into also a good one, any more than that and control is lost, fun is not had

With a firm grip I launch these pokes and jests into the net of solidarity, only to be dragged out by a begging deer who just needs his murder to come back. Eggs and strawberries isn't enough to sustain them for the required time to build up this rapport

The thieves have been sprayed in my ears and now I'll smell like antibacterial all day. It'll keep 1/5 of the doctors away but I don't know if that'll be enough for Cloudman Tumultuous

My consciousness is in an era of recreating when it should get out there and relive the experiences life has to offer. The little blue man doesn't need to be stressed, he needs a new chair and maybe a lamp. All those filing cabinets are getting crowded by the voud

Icons walk up and down the street hoping to catch a glimpse of a classic slice of a bacon burger taco. Perfection has never been reached but it has been neared, and this is one such case. The angles were slightly obtuse and the lab guys went nutty on us

The day is full. No more to do and no more that can be done, it's just leftover classical pieces and a rocking chair at this point. Maybe someone will plant themselves down and finally throw their head back

Predictions are continuously made on such vague information that it is often assumed a psychic is the only explanation. This man's rationalization stats are through the roof and it makes for amazing guesswork

I'm so focused on completing the samples I ignore the mess around me that must be cleansed. The weed eater will be oiled and the trash bags will be fluffed, all in time for the unveiling of a new rain-sodden console

I can't believe the notification gave away my super cool secret meeting spot in the London underground construction projects. My shadow is yet to be recovered but that'll happen once the apartment is cleaned

One final stretch and we make it over the hump of old Canadian geese. They should be avoiding the rocks but just to be safe we'll stick to the classic dirt roads and skim over the top

All the time breakthroughs come and go but they're never consistent. They usually show up on uncle Mac's yacht and stay munching on the shrimp until a new door mat comes along. Maybe next time they won't be so picky on their dipping colors, we'll see

We only lost 3 balls in the entirety of the match, a new record low. One of them was beamed by an old timer that doesn't understand what second chances are. Yet again I don't know my own strength and hit a flop over the trees into the void. What a delightful morning

In the comfort of my own fame I made the mistake of living truthfully. No one is meant to see the inner workings of forest. When you do, you're painfully aware of the malicious intent of it all, fully prepared to drag you down to the depths of the mountain peaks

This is the last time I rent out my 4th parallel crab boat to a rookie candle wick. They don't know squat about the coalescence business which makes it hard to quantize. The take off was smooth at least, timed the beat drop perfectly

In the coliseum a gladiator weaves among the carnage of chariots and lions and desperate men while a symphony plays in his ears. It's a ballet of chaos, no winners except for the spectators. His net is primed and ready for the beasts but they cower at his elegant grand jetés

Four whistles and I'm back on track for the sloop and shoot. The record is 32 bombs in a row but I just can't see how you can get past 23. I'm stuck on a big prime number streak and I can't break even

Old roots are bound to reach their way to the surface if not cut off from the main body. They need to be starved and poisoned lest they keep stealing food for the ectomycorrhizae. Those guys need their sugars, and the tree needs its nutrients

All I need is a specific cord until we come upon lavish mansions and vintage jet skis. The old animations ring as inspiration in my temporal lobe. I will honor them and seek to make an everlasting battle synthetuc and analog

I'm excited for the voyage full of shanties and dazzling instrumentals. It'll be a solo venture of average proportions, but it will be mine. At the end awaits a laser and paddle board, a great treasure

Being followed is always a matter of the eye corners, who can keep them the most whole wheat. The average passer-by can only manage about half a cup before too much gluten floods the retinas

I'm getting a live play by play description of a Roman orchestra but I know this should not be possible. It should have been swept a couple years later but it is current. A strange occurrence but things shall be thugged out

We need to eat more and gain tons of mass to avoid the shipping containers of magazines and forbidden futures. It's wibbly and a bit wobbly but I believe we can stabilize our trajectory to the willing path

I need to up my game and begin to analyze the waves and musculature. Many improvements can be made until I reach the pinnacle of ambulation but I'll be darned if I don't try

The anticipation is killing me. My fate is held in the hands of a saltine man. He decides how much golf I will play and if I ever pursue ancient medicine. Here's hoping the fireworks put in a good word

Our ship is on fire by our own hands. We're on course straight for an island, and the hull is filling with water. We have nothing of value expect for our stories and the captain's albino monkey. I'd say this was a successful scuttling

My jam plays on a loop because it's the only good profession we've come up with in months. Nothing more can be added without it becoming jumbled and messy, it will stay as is until the dungeons are cleared and the triangles assembled

Just an ask can go a long way, it was the plan all along but the request needed to be made in order to set into motion a sequence of events unknown. We can't say what will happen, but whatever does, must

What the heck kind of a thing is it do defy expectations. It makes you want to understand the aqmpersands and clefs needed to produce a harmony. Apparently it's all just patterns. My brain isn't geared towards that flow but dadgum it I'll try

It's all a jumbled mess. People forgetting their speeches, asking for more quantum power, accidentally sanitizing the boss, it's all screwy. But then the violins swell, a name is remembered, and a question is asked. One of the oldest questions in the universe