Envision this!, and what would a vision be for me that a vision perhaps would be for 4 you? "A taste of the bubbly" said the doormat maestro speaking in his open gibberish of the day. Perplexed maybe oversexed with an umbrella spread wide assorted like plum infused birthday cake and darkened sparrows dipping down to gain their tid bit thirsts.
  A beaten sheep calls out but hears nothing but echos ...