his

my

memorabilia

Subliminally, it was clear that I had to prepare myself thoroughly for a role beyond Hollywood's great facade, so gathering from seashells wasn't helpful. I only know enchantments with beautiful results."Excellent!" exclaimed her sorcerer, as he calmly balanced his handsome pointy finger between two croissants. "I require sugar for my coffee Potion". While Balthazar was invoking the spirit of Merlin, aromas assailing my senses for this moment, I knew words of powerful suggestion would be such a temptation.

 Meanwhile, he sauntered gingerly under his swooping purple umbrella, whirling a mysterious magic Wand. Suddenly, out loud, there came a bloodcurdling scream! "MOVE!"

 Abracadabra!!

Necessarily we removed our garbage and spew the brain surmounting it. Basically eliminating the chaos resulting from our flight delay! Then I removed my awesome little honesty true-love amulet. We took religion pushers with tax-collectors to the big black void. It would have come to another huge traffic-jam. Then suddenly there was an surprisingly huge volvo driving, driverless, into my way.

I screamed "Baltahazar, watch that plasmabolt above your head!"

 Immediately, he morphed into a powerful, mighty eagle with enormous talons, which dangerously flew over the castle.

Shamanic, transforming (house) into obvious diguises, began obliterating every falsehood, useless meaning from deep memories floating underneath.

Cascades of billowing fiery embers blazing upwards. Wielding his sword-of-truth around town, my binoculars attached our memoribillia by

magnetic

 Aurora  Borialis 

Vividly

glorious