The Run On Sentence

The oak tree giggled in the soft surray of green grass and mellow yellow cotton fields of white parsnips, chopping at the bit to be enlightened by the ever populatating, metaphorical taxation that is the evolution of man to machine and maybe even part cyborg if plant life is to animal life because the way the world is working these day the things they are talking about now will become dinosaur information of the brain and all it's stems which remain apart and yet seperate all within itself maintains an identity of a true and real being of creature comforts but maybe comfort is not a sign of the decline of mankind but the ever so clever environmental cycle that propells each and every person into the depriety of spirit one can take away from the mighty and evil sea lurchen which lurks in the dark and swampy shadows of the common sea swamp but in the trench is where the real clever lever's will keep their wrench because if the ever so spining and wheeling dealing cosmos just all of a sudden whip it's very matter around and around this tiny planet and galaxy then man and machine can become one if only the interstellar and altogether clever relations got better it would all start quickly and quietly and calmly awake with a oven to bake a large morsel of dietary supplement to spurn on the increasing physical and emotional demand in which brain neurons are currently firing and misfiring the rehiring of a superphonic megasonic malfunctioning over zealous zeagot to intermingle and cosign a plan to hand it all over to the authorities who should get more and more respect in each and every neighbourhood but if that hood would and could protect itself without police officers a could question would to be in the realm of a shape shifting and altogether hideous and ever so disgusting human facet of life that your stomache aches every time you hear a siren ring and a bell ding it will be foretold that every angle gets its wings even if it is sad mad and bad at the rhyming and ripping for the ripping is if the seafarers would have mistaken you for a seal and it wouldnt be real if not the the seal to seal the deal and heal the meal plan of ancient and forbidden demon land but if its a must the end saying must multiply its first number by six and add by seven but only if the match that was made was higher than average paid out without a doubt and when it would shout the end result would trigger an ancient figure of demon spawn so bring it on if you are able to accept a fierce and most willing of competitors the wiley and ever so rude but sometimes stunning like officers punning and planning and running but they don't always see the giggling oak that always sees me.