Friday, June 24, 2016

The rampart lion of Scotland, En passant. (HELICON)

27206 -Helicon-

The Earth in Noah’s time,
Members of a proto-Hebrew pantheon,
Despite in the literal text of the Bible,
Mating with humans,
That Angels do not mary,
In heaven,
Those who were unbelievers,
Still others believe that the,
Expression denoting those in,

Foundation of the World,
Preserved unto the end of the Earth,
A false tale often betrays itself,
Took wives,
Of the daughters of men,
Father of sons and daughters,
Knew his wife again,
Lived one-hundred-five years,
Also born a son to him,
And became the father of a son in his own likeness.

The House!
Load roar of laughter,
Angelic Renaissance,
Commit a further office,
Demonic possession,
Their pounding feet awaken,
Venetian blind in array,
Why are ye come out to set your battle?

Toastmasters of the Evening!
Toastmistress call me,
Swallowed up by the earth,
Screened out,
Leading into a high reflectivity,
The Most Serene Republic,
By this name they described the star’s smallness,
The smallest thing there is,
And the name of the smallest seed known to them,
Is the heaviest star,
As a white dwarf,
Star of Po.

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On simple living amongst nature,
Having the shape or form of helix,
A mountain in the region of Thespiai,
According to the right-hand rule,
Quickly added this new information to the older one,
Because the walls along the path,
To the exit of the maze form structure,
An object that gains its material properties,
From its structure rather then,
Inheriting them,
Directly from the materials it is composed of.

To keep seven of them in Thespiai,
To sing the origins of the gods,
Plutôt que l'amour,
Que l'argent,
Que la renommée, donnez-moi la vérité,
Weighed against the fact that,
Labour is attended with pain and continued exertion,
The rampart lion of Scotland,
En passant.

On the fountain Hippocrene,
Here the,
Overgrown arch of a grotto,
As one of the most precious, delicious gifts on earth,
The donation of Water,
Nulla dies sime linea,
That were seen as the reason for the,
Thank you!
I was digging and I found you,
Whatever reason,
Has brought tears to my eyes,
Thank you!
Just may have discovered that,

Easier to work with,
Nonlinear dimensionality reduction,
Than the initial data set,
Algorithms can map the relation,
Roll, in a lower dimensional space,
Ships among points in a geometry,
July seventeen.

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Vertical Ancillary Data Space,
Share your thoughts,
The Guardian,
You’ve arrived,
Envy, my pride,
Not an empty treasure,
Is the prayer,
Said to exist in a rock,
Near the farm,
Carry data,
In parts of the transmission signal,
That is not displayed,
On the screen.

Big Swiss Roll,
That has negative refractive index,
It consists of concentric cylinders,
Travel halfway around the world and back,
The axis on which the Earth turns,
For all the laymen out there,
Skipping stones,
And all of the people on board,
The Eiona, or the Ionia, or the Eona,
Twisting in the foundation.

The Chief Scientist,
Works mainly from home,
But is,
Welcome sight in the office,
Leó Festetics,
The citizen presents himself,
By giving his surname,
To some degree,
As a composer.

Best Twisters came from Helicon,
Tobacco may be grown there,
Two indigenous species are known,
Camel and tiger,
A beast of burden,
Appears in the saying,
Can’t get off,
For then it will eat you,
Arc to Arcturus then speed on Spica.


Follow the arc,
A smooth arc,
Around which the town of Canopus,
Was the pilot of the ship,
While visiting the coasts of Egypt,
Organs were placed by the Temple,
A temple to Osiris,
Misunderstanding the name,
As an Asylum for fugitive slaves,
Under a peculiar form,
That of a vase with a human head.

The Decree,
In year nine,
Seven the month,
In writings of the books,
Scribes of the temple,
And shall be incised in a stele,
The Temple-Wardens!
The Prophets!
The Hierodules!
Thus blinding the viewer,
Here the seventeenth March.


Partnership overcomes barriers,
To solid-state light sources,
Long Lived!
To Anacreon in Heaven,
Wit, harmony, and the good wine,
In music,
Of god-haunted Olmeios,
And lead then above your rounds,
On the summit,
And first they bathe,
Its fine skin in the waters of Permessos,
There quenched the thirst,
The old ones,
Source or the gods,
On the mountain.

Freely welcome tu my cup,
Brake lights, and big animated signs,
Private visitors of Zion,
Have supported us,
The Ones that stain blue,
Happiness and transports,
Splendid by love,
And everlasting is set.

The preserver of the works,
Are the only four perfects known,
During the twelve thousand parsecs,
Four of the perfects,
Apparently a very high standard,
Stands for,
Parallax of one arc second,
North or south of the celestial equator,
Not right ascension.

Who could live on land,
But dwelled mostly in the sea,
On their list of places,
Was been nearly forgotten,
And for scientists,
Who search for evidence,
Life forms were crowded out,
And became extinct.


Triumph of the Will,
A return to the story-telling style of order.

Thus Hélicon,
A low frequency electromagnetic wave,
Maybe able to the special ability,
Screened out, leading to a high reflectivity,
Since the high conductivity,
Hence the shine,
Mani Pulite,
Thus Helicon,
Became an emblem of,
The skin of the conduction.

-end of the Helicon-

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