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There seems to be a great conspiracy to do with fish and cherubs.
Whether they be, in fact, the conspirators, innocent pawns in a vicious game of deceit, lies, and hot cross buns, or the end goal of the conspiracy's affections remains to be seen, should we get a chance to glimpse inside the sordid world of this aforementioned conspiracy and, to top it off, come to some sort of reasonable conclusion as to what it's all about.
A great number of steps, possibilities, dangers, commas, and adjectives. Indeed, I'd hate to be the young one tasked with diagramming that last sentence (as I'm led to believe Sane Magazine is used in the national schools these days, as a teaching aide), and I'd more likely than not give up, vowing never again to trust in the English language (if, indeed, that's the language it's being used as a teaching aide in, and the language in which I, anyway, would recommend it be read), and probably avowing my strong sense of dis-ease with fish and/or cherubs, in any and all combinations, just for them playing such a large part (the direct object, of a sort, or perhaps noun, if you're diagramming along, and depending which one you're currently working on) in the sentence in question.
But there still remains a palpable feeling that fish and cherubs are at the heart of a grand and mysterious conspiracy, if only because of the complicated and convoluted language surrounding them and their persistence in appearing, usually in tandem, on public fountains, sculptures, and postcards with pictures of public fountains and sculptures on them.

And, in time, we are almost certain to put two and two (or more) together, come clean, fresh into the light that accompanies knowledge and that sort of thing and declare the vast reaches of the conspiracy of the fish and cherubs (often mispelt "cherbs", which is a nonsense word, really, meaning "from the fat of the chicken," and shouldn't be used around young ears, for fear of it becoming a larger part of our culture and heritage), and fear, very much, for our lives and safety.

This is an issue, very much likely, to be continued...

disclaimer:
I am an idiot.
It's not entirely okay, but I'm working on that one, honest.


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		archives horoscopes contacts fables home		There seems to be a great conspiracy to do with fish and cherubs. Whether they be, in fact, the conspirators, innocent pawns in a vicious game of deceit, lies, and hot cross buns, or the end goal of the conspiracy's affections remains to be seen, should we get a chance to glimpse inside the sordid world of this aforementioned conspiracy and, to top it off, come to some sort of reasonable conclusion as to what it's all about. A great number of steps, possibilities, dangers, commas, and adjectives. Indeed, I'd hate to be the young one tasked with diagramming that last sentence (as I'm led to believe Sane Magazine is used in the national schools these days, as a teaching aide), and I'd more likely than not give up, vowing never again to trust in the English language (if, indeed, that's the language it's being used as a teaching aide in, and the language in which I, anyway, would recommend it be read), and probably avowing my strong sense of dis-ease with fish and/or cherubs, in any and all combinations, just for them playing such a large part (the direct object, of a sort, or perhaps noun, if you're diagramming along, and depending which one you're currently working on) in the sentence in question. But there still remains a palpable feeling that fish and cherubs are at the heart of a grand and mysterious conspiracy, if only because of the complicated and convoluted language surrounding them and their persistence in appearing, usually in tandem, on public fountains, sculptures, and postcards with pictures of public fountains and sculptures on them. And, in time, we are almost certain to put two and two (or more) together, come clean, fresh into the light that accompanies knowledge and that sort of thing and declare the vast reaches of the conspiracy of the fish and cherubs (often mispelt "cherbs", which is a nonsense word, really, meaning "from the fat of the chicken," and shouldn't be used around young ears, for fear of it becoming a larger part of our culture and heritage), and fear, very much, for our lives and safety. This is an issue, very much likely, to be continued... disclaimer: I am an idiot. It's not entirely okay, but I'm working on that one, honest.

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