Asemic Tarot 245

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Five
and the most important thing –
this is the announcement
Fear is fear.

 

Eyes have cried for years –
years, a wine of the East flows like a river ~
so they say on the other side of the mirror –
Catch a fish without a ghost in every match.

 

The skin pigment is pulled
turns into a deep wine green
not the original bright duotone shade of harpsichord –
Don’t be afraid of purity pathos.

Wash and dry the yellow fruit cleanly –
This is a signal – moonrise semaphore stockings.

This situation is changing rapidly.
This situation is changing rapidly. 

 

Asemic Tarot Looks at 2026

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Give gifts to others. BUY! It’s importAnT to be Responsible. Пачиа*^2 bell primera aloses. Pacià  биринчи Kaijutize traigs matí orbs belépnek. Primaveral silak molusot . Spelt Ixes finestral dunes apse gut vellum? But after the question has been thus simplified, it still remains sufficiently complex. All Elipses primers; Silataani nutaaq sikufòra rosada llum!! Fresco kaj o lideresko maripe canten està y horales dtusaqtittilluni qummuaktitauninganik  ~ CREDIT OVER NATION ~ EXPENSIVe GiFtS R FiNe.

 

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Fresco otra fljótandi?

Gift certificates should have value. Rozada grunur ofurgróin grunur um að í raun sé nokkuð fljótandi? Tums nýja útgáfu laughter after teinföllz duðum vúrum.

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Horales su fresko, pues e elipse di sikoforo ta un regalo, tòg sospechonan ta kresiendo ku e opheto ta en realidat líkido? Pafó, a instalá un base pa prepará e kamina.

 

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The era of the easy and convenient sycophant cafeteria  – Our words are our expressions.

 

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Touch The Sky ~ Taste the Fire

 

Where is Horales? The Slatani figures up to date. Entry! Entry! Where are the Slatani figures now? Entry! Entry! Horace language buys freedom. Autumn Spring… From River… Down by the lake fire in the shade. New secret Newark is set; you and whisky. Directions – freedom from farm industry forms streams… down by the lake fire in the shade new secret newt ships are numbered, youth and hard liquor. The leader of this journey is like a victorious river. Ginger and a New Chorus, Mustard Boy. The library and the music centre and the frame and others in Komotini.

Asemic Tarot 244

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Asemic Tarot 244

~ Patacognition Prognostications ~

 

 

History’s hair is like a soft, fluffy, playful, cute fish ~
You know a good person.
Tangerines are happy, but the bananas lost memory of freedom.

Fly to be free, but it’s not easy –
History loves freedom ~Freedom is near
Learn to love.

Hasten the chair –
keg sims lash shaman
cue galosh, numb beau~marchais murky sluboidiak.

Tshisalu ntshilenga –
kama’v te ava9v slobodo/ de kado najui lokhoi ^~
butter the bones’ knowledge
Dushkushal is very beautiful.

Your soul-body shakes memories –
you are not a fish association
~ your flowers are as sure as a fresh bouquet on a spring morning – Buy Now before credit gathers silver stocks.

 

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Asemic Tarot 235

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The Dadaist Oracle Reads the Card of A Day

(pick a day, any day but Tuesday)

 

If you think your goal is right, you’d better be a teacher. Your argument is in the heart of the clouds – deer in the moonlight step lightly into the fairy ring – seek the golden cake beneath the branches of the old oak when the stars sleep – tournament atonement argument glue wood.

It’s on the shelf
It’s on the waves
waves dancing
in the shadows of Mihalge Naustkiv,
myrtle ducks
mrytle ducks fly above
emerald plasma psyche
dawa masluj inatni fuwa,
just a flick of the wrist,
fennel emme langarho fangenama zetiji kaku,
ai zetiji kaku hail bones
masakaiter srigay.

 

Oikoabe- copan ~
waste accused cement dreams
spirals of sound
fractured in the air,
ripped paper hearts,
screaming whispers,
the doe quacks,
muffled laughter,
words skittering like
scraps of time,
dust motes
in a sunbeam,
the leftover echoes,
scrambled
dissolve into
the unmade.

 

The name of your argument is discovery.

Freedom to do, freedom to do, yes, freedom to live.

Asemic Tarot 233

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The Dadaist Oracle Reads the Card of A Day

(pick a day, any day but Tuesday)

the lamb,
the boy,
the girl,
the horse,
a symphony of butter-churn-logic,
disassembled, reassembled, hearse,
Rah-rah-Rah!!

in a world of jagged mirrors,
fractals of meaning,
flashing beauty –
inner fish
teacups’ gamma rays
Hurray! Hurray!! Hurray!!!

glisten systems –
booklet of thistle glam-slams,
the soya, the girl,
a seahorse gallops in a tea-stained dream
taffrails of meaning,
clashing grasshoppers
beauty in dainty dish-tray,
Big Beautiful Hurrah!! Hurrah!!!

ImageOn-the-poop-deck-taffrail! Hip-Hip-Hurrah!!

toothed mirrors gnaw
the sound of the buoy,
the twirl churl
echoing
in a world of
silence, snores
Please Sir, I want some more!

the equine’s whispers
toe bam-bam,
Rah-rah-rah!
Fish-Boom-Bah –
Humbug!!

disassembled,
reassembled – fiddlesticks
what’s a steak-cut to a symphony
of urn-logic?

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a guerrilla spins
cogs in the air,
weaving
dislocated laughter,
chiropractic clouds of cotton candy
Chim-chim Cher-ee!!
Cash-on-Delivery!

fi-fi-fo-thumbs dipped in
syrupy logic, bling rings –
goats & does in the Noh
sling outrageous fortune
smile on Knaves that go
Chug-a-lug! Chug-a-lug!

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Asemic Tarot 232

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The Dadaist Oracle Reads the Card of A Day

(pick a day, any day but Tuesday)

 

listen, listen –
the iambic amoeba prances,
the boy’s ball cap
a hurricane of wisdom,
beauty wrapped in tattered whispers 

 

The relationship between love and food is the epistemology of shoes. Moonlight Madness Shopping Friday – the Chaotic Harmony of Being!! The moon and her wealthy husband represent oranges and family. Winter represents the moon and stars associated with memory. They rode ten thousand weapons and horses because they were busy with other departments. The world was black. Sand is luck.

 

girl gate grate gimcrack –
figs’ wings flapping,
a cacophony of light
beneath the horse’s galloping truth

 

Tomorrow’s girl was once one year old – system synecdoche will follow instructions; Yes, a lamb’s hemistich. The boy represented wisdom and beauty, the girl a tiger, and the animals represented virtue, justice, wisdom, and truth. Goodness and justice, wisdom, and truth – why settle for anything less? Get Grape Gut Digest Today! These include rice glowering, goats’ heat, and dank weather.

 

fractured fragments,
a kaleidoscope of
virtue tumbling,
spilt silk silt

 

 There is a man on the corner. Release sea salt, butterflies and pomegranates to remind this man of a thousand good things and the light of truth within used clothing. Stones and bells cross the ink.

 

listen,
in the sink,
the echo of
what cannot be said,
a pile of petals,
unravelled fate

 

dance on the edge –
jigsaw pieces,
where chaos stings,
and silence ruptures the night

 

As children learn from the light of the elders, many people want to demonstrate loyalty to otters. The same goes for buttons, steeples, and pictures of dogs. Grenades don’t break postage stamps, oily oligarchs do. The black holes of the universe are filled with anger, resentment, and salted fish. Sale ends on Saturday!

Asemic Tarot 231

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The Dadaist Oracle Reads the Card of A Day

(pick a day, any day)

 

The spirit of a kangaroo is like the wind –
there’s a goat on the shelf
he opens his mouth and curses area unit mäZ.

 

Butter Churning – There’s No Life Like It!!

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A famous man stands accused of the murder of cob-urns –
his name is Hector
buy stories and cheese!

 

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Oh, yesterday
Oh, I am the road.
I am a thief.
I am a teacher.

 

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The duck is on the shelf –
seek the shadow and the smile
raindrops keep falling
souls splash puddles.

 

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She is Fortune, and her name is hectares –
a woman’s hand
the balance is the artist
Height Snow Rain
Competition Competition.

Asemic Tarot 230

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The Dadaist Oracle Reads the Card of A Day

(pick a day, any day)

 

The old man expresses his wish –
oysters in the sky like tears of fauns
the drumming stars glow
calling back the forgotten and the lost.

 

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Four coins represent the remaining seas ~ the north and south, east and west are considered a beautiful child –
find beauty in three ways:
joy, anger, sadness
fear and the sky
becomes ten thousand stars.

 

KK7A Bran Keeps it Moving!!

See below the husbands of the three suns:
skin, tree, stone
under the rock – wood, stone, ball, weight, horse’s floor
the dry grassland caves of this middle season are your fate.

 

Say Goodbye to the Wrinkle-Cream graveyard Today with Winkle’s Joy!!

 

Caverns, immeasurable to spectres and the clock-makers –
the third is the sun, the moon and the father
water, fire, wood, stone, earth, gold, wool, and woad –
the old man expresses his wish

 

Asemic Tarot 229

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The Dadaist Oracle Reads the Card of The Day

(pick a day, any day)

 

Painted mirrors of sighs
down there, people, luxury, drawn from a dry stone –
this is a copy of emotion.

Cloud, Cloud, Cloud, Turnip!

You’re the real Asemic – beautiful, reward, inside, breathe
it’s a wonderful dry dance.

Postmodernism is so Yesterday.

Seven snails to the wind!

You, you, sometimes disconnect people, when it comes to news, there’s a disconnect between the past and the soul.

Turnip, Turnip, Turnip, Squash!

When you grow up, you fall easily
many hearts – where is the bridge to the unknown?  

Asemic Tarot 228

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The Dadaist Oracle Reads the Card of A Day

(pick a day, any day)

 

Prepare for the arrival of the man in a white hat. As the needle moves, the side edge of the tool reveals the centre line and cuts it. The centre moves. The centre moves. He goes out. The book of souls is so vivid that eyes cry. The Bodacious Dorian is the spirit guide – turn to noir, the goats climb the cliffs of farewell, go back to black. Watch the girl in the floral dress. She sings about tomorrow’s weeping in the fields of flesh and stones. There is only one love. There is only one love. Love is night. Like night, a mathematical error, moves the needle to the right of the broken heartbreak. There are no words. Shadows enter the delicatessen; the slope of the bed opens into the dreamscape. It’s open. It never ends. It never ends. Who agrees? Who agrees?

 

Look at that girl in the rose dress. Like a rose, she is wrapped in solitude. She is dancing alone among the flowers. She is smiling as if she had slept in a black dress. Look at the falling rocks mid the poppies and tulips. They have the same love. Love. And tomorrow night. Love is wrong. The frogs turn black, their clothes disappear, their numbers are painted black, one after another, the frogs disappear, disappear again, turn black again.

The plump cucumber at the intersection, fooled by sanguinary salutations, watches the traffic lights turn. Beneath the apple trees, gnomes and spectres – ambulances weep in the night. Extend the hand of cause and remedy, a feather or a razor. It’s open now. It’s open now. Yes, that’s right. Anyone with the blood, eloquence, and intellect to destroy ancient magic should witness the casting of soulless glamour. Like many moons, the horizon is so hot that the sky is always dark with ghosts and memories. And what else could possibly remain unfinished?