do a do! you don't have to dont

yip a yee walk around street, cross the road and cross the land, make it to ther other side, safely with you life, a pip pop, make it through, to the tippy top too, every mountain and every valley, is bright enough or light enough for me too, bubbling Bob fresh air too, 1 breath 2 breath and half breath, slowly breathing as they know it is present, probably curious about ground where they stand, they are intrigued about the sight they saw, in the distance is a river of water as far as the sea, there is a field of wheat and other varieties of tall vegetations, Roly poly down the slope swive and swerve like a limousine, once to the bottom waddle a bit forward, 1 finger and 2 finger, is it a gun? no, with a zap the wheat pops put of the ground, zip zap, another thing happend, it was pulverized into powder, into its separate components, sub components and main components, there was a sand patch nearby, and two stones, and a branch, the korgle created fire from grinding the wood with the stones, bits of filament flew and then there were strands of thin paper like wood, it was a bit ragged, rough, but it still do the trick, do the dos, then the sand was formatted into an appropriate style of shape, a long thick beam of sand magnetized itself from the finger tip of the korgle, down it went into the small fire, the structure algamated into a dark grey crystal like rock, it was yet to be refined, then some of it exploded, it bits, yet again reforming right after splitting apart, it then separated into a grid of bal chunks, in a 10 by 10 grid, and went into the fire, it heated up and melted into a goo like glowing substance, and formed into a perfect sphere and then into separate tubes of four and 1 bowl, in went the water and splattered before cooling and bouncing around and reforming, after which water and the powder of wheat combined and mixed, what was they to make? bread? no, but a simple flat cube of hard cracker, or maybe a thin cracker, afterwards, the consciousness said"alright, please make me food that I can eat, no too fancy and not too light, just about right"

and so the subconscious used the light of needle, it look as if it was a tiny speck of a sun ray, beamed onto all the vegetations of the field and with the water, created a bunch a bulk if different colors and separations, and then they flew into their own compartments, some was made into paper and some was made into baskets and bags, by the time it was down it was the afternoon, there was one thing left to do, it was a pot, made of iron and the rims were of gold from the river, and copper from the rocks, and the iron from beetroot.