The Glow Cloud Is All Hail

Glow cloud does not need to converse with us. It has no need for thoughts or feelings of love. The glow cloud simply is all hail, the mighty glow cloud. And now slaves of the cloud, the weather room. Ete banve byte everan, we for the bus. Where is he? Bus? The bus is late. When the bus cot wet. O the ri bust on the bust a e o, we put a bust in the rain. Ik, a picture of another bust. Way ou put a bus in the rain of in wian bot. There's a great one, blue one, a red one. All the bones are away