Monday, March 5, 2012
5% of the price of each sale of Prodigal Jimmy
The Hood Company needs distribution. I have a percentage of each sale of Prodigal Jimmy for whoever aligns me with a distributor with warehousing and collection services.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
*If we each could always do all we ever did.
Soft morning, city! Lsp! I am leafy speafing. Lpf! Folty and
folty all the nights have falled on to long my hair. Not a sound,
falling. Lispn! No wind no word. Only a leaf, just a leaf and
then leaves. The woods are fond always. As were we their babes
in. And robins in crews so. It is for me goolden wending.
Unless? Away! Rise up, man of the hooths, you have slept so
long! Or is it only so mesleems? On your pondered palm.
Reclined from cape to pede. With pipe on bowl. Terce for a
fiddler, sixt for makmerriers, none for a Cole. Rise up now and
aruse! Norvena's over. I am leafy, your goolden, so you called
me, may me life, yea your goolden, silve me solve, exsogerraider!
You did so drool. I was so sharm. But there's a great poet in you
too. Stout Stokes would take you offly. So has he as bored me
to slump. But am good and rested. Taks to you, toddy, tan ye!
Yawhawaw. Helpunto min, helpas vin. Here is your shirt, the day
one, come back. The stock, your collar. Also your double brogues.
A comforter as well. And here your iverol and everthelest your
umbr. And stand up tall! Straight. I want to see you looking fine
for me. With your brandnew big green belt and all. Blooming in
the very lotust and second to nill, Budd! When you're in the
buckly shuit Rosensharonals near did for you. Fiftyseven and
three, cosh, with the bulge. Proudpurse Alby with his pooraroon
Eireen, they'll. Pride, comfytousness, enevy! You make me think
of a wonderdecker I once. Or somebalt thet sailder, the man me-
gallant, with the bangled ears. Or an earl was he, at Lucan? Or,
no, it's the Iren duke's I mean. Or somebrey erse from the Dark
Countries. Come and let us! We always said we'd. And go abroad.
Rathgreany way perhaps. The childher are still fast. There is no
school today. Them boys is so contrairy. The Head does be
worrying himself. Heel trouble and heal travel. Galliver and
Gellover. Unless they changes by mistake. I seen the likes in
the twinngling of an aye. Som. So oft. Sim. Time after time.
The sehm asnuh. Two bredder as doffered as nors in soun. When
one of him sighs or one of him cries 'tis you all over. No peace
at all. Maybe it's those two old crony aunts held them out to the
water front. Queer Mrs Quickenough and odd Miss Dodd-
pebble. And when them two has had a good few there isn't much
more dirty clothes to publish. From the Laundersdale Minssions.
One chap googling the holyboy's thingabib and this lad wetting
his widdle. You were pleased as Punch, recitating war exploits
and pearse orations to them jackeen gapers. But that night after,
all you were wanton! Bidding me do this and that and the other.
And blowing off to me, hugly Judsys, what wouldn't you give
to have a girl! Your wish was mewill. And, lo, out of a sky! The
way I too. But her, you wait. Eager to choose is left to her shade.
If she had only more matcher's wit. Findlings makes runaways,
runaways a stray. She's as merry as the gricks still. 'Twould be
sore should ledden sorrow. I'll wait. And I'll wait. And then if
all goes. What will be is. Is is. But let them. Slops hospodch and
the slusky slut too. He's for thee what she's for me. Dogging you
round cove and haven and teaching me the perts of speech. If you
spun your yarns to him on the swishbarque waves I was spelling
my yearns to her over cottage cake. We'll not disturb their sleep-
ing duties. Let besoms be bosuns. It's Phoenix, dear. And the
flame is, hear! Let's our joornee saintomichael make it. Since the
lausafire has lost and the book of the depth is. Closed. Come!
Step out of your shell! Hold up you free fing! Yes. We've light
enough. I won't take our laddy's lampern. For them four old
windbags of Gustsofairy to be blowing at. Nor you your ruck-
sunck. To bring all the dannymans out after you on the hike. Send
Arctur guiddus! Isma! Sft! It is the softest morning that ever I
can ever remember me. But she won't rain showerly, our Ilma. Yet.
Until it's the time. And me and you have made our. The sons of
bursters won in the games. Still I'll take me owld Finvara for my
shawlders. The trout will be so fine at brookfisht. With a taste
of roly polony from Blugpuddels after. To bring out the tang of
the tay. Is't you fain for a roost brood? Oaxmealturn, all out of
the woolpalls! And then all the chippy young cuppinjars clutter-
ing round us, clottering for their creams. Crying, me, grownup
sister! Are me not truly? Lst! Only but, theres a but, you must
buy me a fine new girdle too, nolly. When next you go to Market
Norwall. They're all saying I need it since the one from Isaacsen's
slooped its line. Mrknrk? Fy arthou! Come! Give me your great
bearspaw, padder avilky, fol a miny tiny. Dola. Mineninecy-
handsy, in the languo of flows. That's Jorgen Jargonsen. But you
understood, nodst? I always know by your brights and shades.
Reach down. A lil mo. So. Draw back your glave. Hot and hairy,
hugon, is your hand! Here's where the falskin begins. Smoos as
an infams. One time you told you'd been burnt in ice. And one
time it was chemicalled after you taking a lifeness. Maybe that's
why you hold your hodd as if. And people thinks you missed the
scaffold. Of fell design. I'll close me eyes. So not to see. Or see only
a youth in his florizel, a boy in innocence, peeling a twig, a child be-
side a weenywhite steed. The child we all love to place our hope in
for ever. All men has done something. Be the time they've come to
the weight of old fletch. We'll lave it. So. We will take our walk
before in the timpul they ring the earthly bells. In the church
by the hearseyard. Pax Goodmens will. Or the birds start their
treestirm shindy. Look, there are yours off, high on high! And
cooshes, sweet good luck they're cawing you, Coole! You see,
they're as white as the riven snae. For us. Next peaters poll you
will be elicted or I'm not your elicitous bribe. The Kinsella
woman's man will never reduce me. A MacGarath O'Cullagh
O'Muirk MacFewney sookadoodling and sweepacheeping round
the lodge of Fjorn na Galla of the Trumpets! It's like potting the
po to shambe on the dresser or tamming Uncle Tim's Caubeen
on to the brows of a Viker Eagle. Not such big strides, huddy
foddy! You'll crush me antilopes I saved so long for. They're
Penisole's. And the two goodiest shoeshoes. It is hardly a Knut's
mile or seven, possumbotts. It is very good for the health of a
morning. With Buahbuah. A gentle motion all around. As
leisure paces. And the helpyourselftoastrool cure's easy. It seems
so long since, ages since. As if you had been long far away.
Afartodays, afeartonights, and me as with you in thadark. You
will tell me some time if I can believe its all. You know where
I am bringing you? You remember? When I ran berrying after
hucks and haws. With you drawing out great aims to hazel me
from the hummock with your sling. Our cries. I could lead you
there and I still by you in bed. Les go dutc to Danegreven,
nos? Not a soul but ourselves. Time? We have loads on our
hangs. Till Gilligan and Halligan call again to hooligan. And
the rest of the guns. Sullygan eight, from left to right. Olobobo,
ye foxy theagues! The moskors thought to ball you out. Or
the Wald Unicorns Master, Bugley Captain, from the Naul, drawls
up by the door with the Honourable Whilp and the Reverend
Poynter and the two Lady Pagets of Tallyhaugh, Ballyhuntus,
in their riddletight raiding hats for to lift a hereshealth to their
robost, the Stag, evers the Carlton hart. And you needn't host
out with your duck and your duty, capapole, while they reach
him the glass he never starts to finish. Clap this wis on your poll
and stick this in your ear, wiggly! Beauties don't answer and the
rich never pays. If you were the enlarged they'd hue in cry you,
Heathtown, Harbourstown, Snowtown, Four Knocks, Fleming-
town, Bodingtown to the Ford of Fyne on Delvin. How they
housed to house you after the Platonic garlens! And all because,
loosed in her reflexes, she seem she seen Ericoricori coricome
huntsome with his three poach dogs aleashing him. But you came
safe through. Enough of that homer corner! And old mutther-
goosip! We might call on the Old Lord, what do you say? There's
something tells me. He is a fine sport. Like the score and a moighty
went before him. And a proper old promnentory. His door
always open. For a newera's day. Much as your own is. You
invoiced him last Eatster so he ought to give us hockockles and
everything. Remember to take off your white hat, ech? When
we come in the presence. And say hoothoothoo, ithmuthisthy!
His is house of laws. And I'll drop my graciast kertssey too. If
the Ming Tung no go bo to me homage me hamage kow bow
tow to the Mong Tang. Ceremonialness to stand lowest place
be! Saying: What'll you take to link to light a pike on porpoise,
plaise? He might knight you an Armor elsor daub you the first
cheap magyerstrape. Remember Bomthomanew vim vam vom
Hungerig. Hoteform, chain and epolettes, botherbumbose. And
I'll be your aural eyeness. But we vain. Plain fancies. It's in the
castles air. My currant bread's full of sillymottocraft. Aloof is
anoof. We can take or leave. He's reading his ruffs. You'll know
our way from there surely. Flura's way. Where once we led so
many car couples have follied since. Clatchka! Giving Shaugh-
nessy's mare the hillymount of her life. With her strulldeburg-
ghers! Hnmn hnmn! The rollcky road adondering. We can sit
us down on the heathery benn, me on you, in quolm uncon-
sciounce. To scand the arising. Out from Drumleek. It was there
Evora told me I had best. If I ever. When the moon of mourning
is set and gone. Over Glinaduna. Lonu nula. Ourselves, oursouls
alone. At the site of salvocean. And watch would the letter you're
wanting be coming may be. And cast ashore. That I prays for
be mains of me draims. Scratching it and patching at with a
prompt from a primer. And what scrips of nutsnolleges I pecked
up me meself. Every letter is a hard but yours sure is the hardest
crux ever. Hack an axe, hook an oxe, hath an an, heth hith ences.
But once done, dealt and delivered, tattat, you're on the map.
Rased on traumscrapt from Maston, Boss. After rounding his
world of ancient days. Carried in a caddy or screwed and corked.
On his mugisstosst surface. With a bob, bob, bottledby. Blob.
When the waves give up yours the soil may for me. Sometime
then, somewhere there, I wrote me hopes and buried the page
when I heard Thy voice, ruddery dunner, so loud that none but,
and left it to lie till a kissmiss coming. So content me now. Lss.
Unbuild and be buildn our bankaloan cottage there and we'll
cohabit respectable. The Gowans, ser, for Medem, me. With
acute bubel runtoer for to pippup and gopeep where the sterres
be. Just to see would we hear how Jove and the peers talk. Amid
the soleness. Tilltop, bigmaster! Scale the summit! You're not
so giddy any more. All your graundplotting and the little it
brought! Humps, when you hised us and dumps, when you
doused us! But sarra one of me cares a brambling ram, pomp
porteryark! On limpidy marge I've made me hoom. Park and a
pub for me. Only don't start your stunts of Donachie's yeards
agoad again. I could guessp to her name who tuckt you that one, tuf-
nut! Bold bet backwords. For the loves of sinfintins! Before the
naked universe. And the bailby pleasemarm rincing his eye! One
of these fine days, lewdy culler, you must redoform again.
Blessed shield Martin! Softly so. I am so exquisitely pleased about
the loveleavest dress I have. You will always call me Leafiest,
won't you, dowling? Wordherfhull Ohldhbhoy! And you won't
urbjunk to me parafume, oiled of kolooney, with a spot of mara-
shy. Sm! It's Alpine Smile from Yesthers late Yhesters. I'm in
everywince nasturtls. Even in Houlth's nose. Medeurscodeignus!
Astale of astoun. Grand owld marauder! If I knew who you are!
When that hark from the air said it was Captain Finsen makes cum-
hulments and was mayit pressing for his suit I said are you there
here's nobody here only me. But I near fell off the pile of samples.
As if your tinger winged ting to me hear. Is that right what
your brothermilk in Bray bes telling the district you were bragged
up by Brostal because your parents would be always tumbling
into his foulplace and losing her pentacosts after drinking their
pledges? Howsomendeavour, you done me fine! The only man
was ever known could eat the crushts of lobsters. Our native
night when you twicetook me for some Marienne Sherry and
then your Jermyn cousin who signs hers with exes and the beard-
wig I found in your Clarksome bag. Pharaops you'll play you're
the king of Aeships. You certainly make the most royal of noises.
I will tell you all sorts of makeup things, strangerous. And show
you to every simple storyplace we pass. Cadmillersfolly, Bellevenue,
Wellcrom, Quid Superabit, villities valleties. Change the plates
for the next course of murphies! Spendlove's still there and the
canon going strong and so is Claffey's habits endurtaking and
our parish pomp's a great warrent. But you'll have to ask that
same four that named them is always snugging in your bar-
salooner, saying they're the best relicts of Conal O'Daniel and
writing Finglas since the Flood. That'll be some kingly work in pro-
gress. But it's by this route he'll come some morrow. And I
can signal you all flint and fern are rasstling as we go by. And
you'll sing thumb a bit and then wise your selmon on it. It is all
so often and still the same to me. Snf? Only turf, wick dear! Clane
turf. You've never forgodden batt on tarf, have you, at broin
burroow, what? Mch? Why, them's the muchrooms, come up
during the night. Look, agres of roofs in parshes. Dom on dam,
dim in dym. And a capital part for olympics to ply at. Steadyon,
Cooloosus! Mind your stride or you'll knock. While I'm dodging
the dustbins. Look what I found! A lintil pea. And look at here!
This cara weeseed. Pretty mites, my sweetthings, was they poor-
loves abandoned by wholawidey world? Neighboulotts for new-
town. The Eblanamagna you behazyheld loomening up out of the
dumblynass. But the still sama sitta. I've lapped so long. As you
said. It fair takes. If I lose my breath for a minute or two don't
speak, remember! Once it happened, so it may again. Why I'm
all these years within years in soffran, allbeleaved. To hide away
the tear, the parted. It's thinking of all. The brave that gave their.
The fair that wore. All them that's gunne. I'll begin again in a
jiffey. The nik of a nad. How glad you'll be I waked you! My!
How well you'll feel! For ever after. First we turn by the vagurin
here and then it's gooder. So side by side, turn agate, wedding-
town, laud men of Londub! I only hope whole the heavens sees
us. For I feel I could near to faint away. Into the deeps. Anna-
mores leep. Let me lean, just a lea, if you le, bowldstrong big-
tider. Allgearls is wea. At times. So. While you're adamant evar.
Wrhps, that wind as if out of norewere! As on the night of the
Apophanypes. Jumpst shootst throbbst into me mouth like a
bogue and arrohs! Ludegude of the Lashlanns, how he whips
me cheeks! Sea, sea! Here, weir, reach, island, bridge. Where you
meet I. The day. Remember! Why there that moment and us
two only? I was but teen, a tiler's dot. The swankysuits was
boosting always, sure him, he was like to me fad. But the swag-
gerest swell off Shackvulle Strutt. And the fiercest freaky ever
followed a pining child round the sluppery table with a forkful
of fat. But a king of whistlers. Scieoula! When he'd prop me atlas
against his goose and light our two candles for our singers duohs
on the sewingmachine. I'm sure he squirted juice in his eyes to
make them flash for flightening me. Still and all he was awful
fond to me. Who'll search for Find Me Colours now on the hilly-
droops of Vikloefells? But I read in Tobecontinued's tale that while
blubles blows there'll still be sealskers. There'll be others but non
so for me. Yed he never knew we seen us before. Night after
night. So that I longed to go to. And still with all. One time you'd
stand fornenst me, fairly laughing, in your bark and tan billows of
branches for to fan me coolly. And I'd lie as quiet as a moss. And
one time you'd rush upon me, darkly roaring, like a great black
shadow with a sheeny stare to perce me rawly. And I'd frozen
up and pray for thawe. Three times in all. I was the pet of everyone
then. A princeable girl. And you were the pantymammy's Vulking
Corsergoth. The invision of Indelond. And, by Thorror, you
looked it! My lips went livid for from the joy of fear. Like almost
now. How? How you said how you'd give me the keys of me
heart. And we'd be married till delth to uspart. And though dev
do espart. O mine! Only, no, now it's me who's got to give. As
duv herself div. Inn this linn. And can it be it's nnow fforvell?
Illas! I wisht I had better glances to peer to you through this bay-
light's growing. But you're changing, acoolsha, you're changing
from me, I can feel. Or is it me is? I'm getting mixed. Brightening
up and tightening down. Yes, you're changing, sonhusband, and
you're turning, I can feel you, for a daughterwife from the hills
again. Imlamaya. And she is coming. Swimming in my hindmoist.
Diveltaking on me tail. Just a whisk brisk sly spry spink spank
sprint of a thing theresomere, saultering. Saltarella come to her
own. I pity your oldself I was used to. Now a younger's there.
Try not to part! Be happy, dear ones! May I be wrong! For she'll
be sweet for you as I was sweet when I came down out of me
mother. My great blue bedroom, the air so quiet, scarce a cloud.
In peace and silence. I could have stayed up there for always only.
It's something fails us. First we feel. Then we fall. And let her rain
now if she likes. Gently or strongly as she likes. Anyway let her
rain for my time is come. I done me best when I was let. Think-
ing always if I go all goes. A hundred cares, a tithe of troubles and
is there one who understands me? One in a thousand of years of
the nights? All me life I have been lived among them but now
they are becoming lothed to me. And I am lothing their little
warm tricks. And lothing their mean cosy turns. And all the
greedy gushes out through their small souls. And all the lazy
leaks down over their brash bodies. How small it's all! And me
letting on to meself always. And lilting on all the time. I thought
you were all glittering with the noblest of carriage. You're only
a bumpkin. I thought you the great in all things, in guilt and in
glory. You're but a puny. Home! My people were not their sort
out beyond there so far as I can. For all the bold and bad and
bleary they are blamed, the seahags. No! Nor for all our wild
dances in all their wild din. I can seen meself among them, alla-
niuvia pulchrabelled. How she was handsome, the wild Amazia,
when she would seize to my other breast! And what is she weird,
haughty Niluna, that she will snatch from my ownest hair! For
'tis they are the stormies. Ho hang! Hang ho! And the clash of
our cries till we spring to be free. Auravoles, they says, never heed
of your name! But I'm loothing them that's here and all I lothe.
Loonely in me loneness. For all their faults. I am passing out. O
bitter ending! I'll slip away before they're up. They'll never see.
Nor know. Nor miss me. And it's old and old it's sad and old it's
sad and weary I go back to you, my cold father, my cold mad
father, my cold mad feary father, till the near sight of the mere
size of him, the moyles and moyles of it, moananoaning, makes me
seasilt saltsick and I rush, my only, into your arms. I see them
rising! Save me from those therrble prongs! Two more. Onetwo
moremens more. So. Avelaval. My leaves have drifted from me.
All. But one clings still. I'll bear it on me. To remind me of. Lff!
So soft this morning, ours. Yes. Carry me along, taddy, like you
done through the toy fair! If I seen him bearing down on me now
under whitespread wings like he'd come from Arkangels, I sink
I'd die down over his feet, humbly dumbly, only to washup. Yes,
tid. There's where. First. We pass through grass behush the bush
to. Whish! A gull. Gulls. Far calls. Coming, far! End here. Us
then. Finn, again! Take. Bussoftlhee, mememormee! Till thous-
endsthee. Lps. The keys to. Given! A way a lone a last a loved a
long the
Soft morning, city! Yhwh! I am leafy speefing. Leaf! Folty and faulty all the nights have falled on to long my hair. Not a sound, falling. Lisp! No wind no word. Only a leaf, just a leaf and then leaves. The woods are fond always. As were we their babies in. And robins in crews so. It is for me golden wending. Unless? Away! Rise up, man of the hots, you have slept so long! Or is it onle mesleems? On your pondered palm. Reclined from cap to pede. With pipe on bowl. Terse for a fiddler, sixt for the makmerriers, none for a Cole. Rise up now and aruse! Norvena's over. I am leafy, your golden, so you called me, may me life, yea your golden, silve me solve, exsogerraider! You did so drool. I was so sharm. But there's a great poet in you too. Stout Stokes would take you offly. So has he as bored me to slump. But am good and tested. Takes to you, toddy, tane ye! Yah. Helpunto min, helpas vine. Here is your shirt, the day one, come back. The stock, your collar. Also your double brogues. A comforter as well. And here your iverol and evertheblest your umbr. And stand up tall! Straight. I want to see you looking fine for me. With your brandnew big green belt and all. Blooming in the very lotust and second to nill, Budd! When you're in the bluckly shuit Rosensharonals near did for you. 57 and 3, cosh, with the bulge. Proudpurse Alby with his pooraroon Eireen, they'll. Pride, comfytousness, envy! You make me think of a wonderdecker I once. Or somebalt thet sailder, the man megallant, with the bangled ears. Or an earl was he, at Lucan? Or, not, it's the Iren duke's I mean. Or somebrey erse from the Dark Countries. Come and let us! We always said we'd. And go abroad. Rathgreany way perhaps. The childer are still fast. There is no school today. Them boys is so contrary. The Head does be worrying himself. Heel trouble and heal travel. Galliver and Gellover. Unless they changes by mistake. I seen the likes in the twingling of an aye. Some. So oft, Sim. Time after time. The same asnew. Two bredder as doffered as nors in soun. When one of him sighs or one of him cries tis you all over. No peace at all. Maybe it's those two old crony aunts held them out to the water front. Queer Mrs Quickenough and odd Miss Doddpebble. And when them two has had a good few there isn't much more dirty clothes to publish. From the Laundersdale Minssions. One chap googling the holyboy's thingabib and this lad wetting his widdle. You were pleased as Punch, recitating war exploits and pearse orations to them jackeen gapers. But that night after, all you were wanton! Budding me do this and that and the other. And blowing off to me, hugly Judsys, what wouldn't you give to have a girl! Your wish was mewill. And, lo, out of a sky! The way I too. But her, you wait. Eager to choose is left to her shade. If she had only more matcher's wit. Findlings makes runaways, runaways a stray. She's as merry as the greeks still. Twould be sore should leaden sorrow. I'll wait. And I'll wait. And then if all goes. What will be is. Is is. But let them. Slops hospodch and the slusky slut too. He's for thee what she's for me. Dogging you round cove and haven and teaching me the perts of speech. If you spun your yarns to him on the swishbarque waves I was spelling my yearns to her over cottage cake. We'll not disturb their sleeping duties. Let besoms be bosuns. It's Phoenix, dear. And the flame is, hear! Let's our journey saintomichael make it. Since the lausafire has lost and the book of depth is. Closed. Come! Step out of your shell! Hold up you free fing! Yes. We've light enough. I won't take our laddy's lampern. For them four old windbags of Gustsofairy to be blowing at. Nor you your rucksunk. To bring all the dannymans out after you on the hike. Send Arctur guiddus! Isma! Yhwh! It is the softest morning that ever I can ever remember me. But she won't rain showerly, our lima. Yet. Until it's the time. And me and you have made our. The sons of bursters won in the games. Still I'll take me old Finvara for my shaoulders. The trout will be so fine at brookfisht. With a taste of roly polony from Blugpuddels after. To bring out the tang of the tay. Is't you fain for a roost brood? Oaxmealtum, all out of the woolpalls! And then all the chippy young cuppinjars cluttering round us, clottering for their creams. Crying, me, grownup sister! Are me not truly? List! Only but, theres a but, you must buy me a fine new girdle too, nolly. When next you go to Market Norwall. They're all saying I need it since the one from Isaacsen's slooped it's line. Blzb? Fy arthou! Come! Give me your great bearspaw, padder avilky, fol a miny tiny. Dola. Mineninecyhandsy, in the languo of flows. That's Jorgen Jargonsen. But you understood, nodst? I always know by your brights and shades. Reach down. A lil mo. Draw back your glave. Hot and hairy, hugon, is your hand! Here's where the falksin begins. Smoos as an infams. One time you told you'd been burnt in ice. And one time it was chemicalled after you taking a lifeness. Maybe that's why you hold your hodd as if. And people thinks you missed the scaffold. Of fell design. I'll close me eyes. So not to see. Or see only a youth in his florizel, a boy in innocence, peeling a twig, a child beside a weenywhite steed. The child we all love to place our hope in for ever. All men has done something. Be the time they've come to the weight of old fletch. We'll lave it. So. We will take our walk before in the timpul they ring the earthly bells. In the church by the hearsayard. Pax Goodmens will. Or the birds start their treestirm shindy. Look, there are yours off, high on high! And cooshes, sweet good luck they're cawing you, Coole! You see, they're as white as the riven snaw. For us. Next peaters poll you will be elicted or I'm not your elicitous bribe. The Kinsella woman's man will never reduce me. A MacGarath O'Cullagh O'Muirk MacFewney sookadoodling and sweepacheeping round the lodge of Fjorn na Galla of the Trumpets! It's like potting the po to shame on the dresser or tamming Uncle Tim's Caubeen on to the brows of a Viker Eagle. Not such big strides, huddy foddy! You'll crush me antilopes I saved so long for. They're Penisole's. And the two goodiest shoeshoes. It is hardly a Knuts mile or seven, possumbotts. It is very good for the health of a morning. With Buahbuah. A gentle motion all around. As leisure paces. And the helpyourselftoastrool cure's easy. It seems so long since, ages since. As if you had been long far away. Afartodays, afeartonights, and me as with you in tadark. You will tell me some time if I hace believe its all. You know where I am bringing you? You remember? When I ran berrying after hucks and haws. With you drawing out great aims to hazel me from the hummock with your sling. Our cries. I could lead you there and I still by you in bed. Less go dut to Danegreven, nos? Not a soul but ourselves. Time? We have loads on our hangs. Till Gilligan and Halligan call again to hooligan. And the rest of the guns. Sullygan eight, from left to right. Oloboboo, ye foxy teagues! The moskors thought to ball you out. Or the Wald Unicorns Master, Bugley Captain, from the Naul, drawls up by the door with the Honourable Whilp and the Reverend Poynter and the two Lady Pagets of Tallyhaugh, Ballyhuntus, in their riddletights raiding hats for to lift a hereshealth to their robost, the Stag, evers the Carlton hart. And you needn't host out with your duck and your duty, capapole, while they reach him the glass he never starts to finish. Clap this wise on your poll and stick this in your ear, wiggly! Beauties don't answer and the rich never pays. If you were the enlarged they'd hue in cry you, Heathtown, Harbourstown, Snowtown, Four Knocks, Flemingtown, Bodingtown to the Ford of Fyne on Delvin. How they housed to house you after the Platonic garlands! And all because, loosed in her reflexes, she seem she seen Ericoricori corycome huntsome with his three poach dogs aleashing him. But you came safe through. Enough of that homer corner! And old muttergoosip! We might call on the Old Lord, what do you say? There's something tells me. He is a fine sport. Like the score and a moighty went before him. And a proper old promnentory. His door always open. For a newera's day. Much as you own is. You invoiced him last Eatster so he ought to give us hockockles and everything. Remember to take off your white hat, eh? When we come in the presence. And say hootootoo, itmutusty! His is house of laws. And I'll drop my graciast curtsey too. If the Ming Tung no go bow to me homage me hamage kowbow to the Mong Tang. Ceremonialness to stand lowest place be! Saying, What'll you take to link to a light a pike on porpoise, please? He might knight you an Armor elsor daub you the first cheap magyerstrape. Remember Bomthomanew vim vam vom Hungerig. Hoteform, chain and epolettes, botherbumbose. And I'll be your aural eyeness. But we vain. Plain fancies. It's in the castles air. My currant bread's full of sillymottocraft. Aloof is anoof. We can take or leave. He's reading his roughs. You'll know our way from there surely. Flura's way. Where once we led so many car couples have follied since. Clatchka! Giving Shaughnessy's mare the hillymount of her life. With her strulldeburghers! Yhwh! The rolky road adondering. We can sit us down on the heathery benn, me on you, in calm oncounsieounce. To scand the arising. Out from Drumleek. It was there Evora told me I had best. If I ever. When the moon of mourning is set and gone. Over Glinaduna. Lonu nula. Ourselves, oursouls alone. At the site of salvocean. And watch would the letter you're wanting be coming may be. And cast ashore. That I prays for be mains of me drams. Scratching it and patching at with a prompt from a primer. And what scrips of nutsolleges I pecked up me meself. Every letter is a hard but yours is sure the hardest crux HCE. Hack an axe, hook an ox, hath an n, het hit ences. But once done, dealt and delivered, tatat, you're on the map. Raised on traumscrapt from Maston, Boss. After rounding his world of ancient days. Carried in a caddy or screwed and corked. On his mugisstost surface. With a bob, bob, bottledby. Blob. When the waves give up yours the soil may for me. Sometime then, somewhere there, I wrote me hopes and buried the page the I heard Thy voice, ruddery dunner, so loud that none but, and left it to lie till a kissmiss coming. So content me now. Lies. Unbuild and be buildn our bankaloan cottage there and we'll cohabit respectable. The Gowans, ser, for Medem, me. With acute bubble runtoer for to pippup and gopeep where the sterres be. Just to see would we hear how Jove and the peers talk. Amid the soleness. Tilltop, bigmaster! Scale the summit! You're not so giddy any more. All your graundplotting and the little it brought! Humps, when you hised us and dumps, when you doused us! But sarray one of me cares a brambling ram, pomp porteryark! On limpidy marge I've made me home. Park and a pub for me. Only don't start your stunts of Donachie's yeards agoad again. I could jesp to her name who tuckt you that one, tufnut. Bold bet backwords. For the loves of sinfintins! Before the naked universe. And the bailby pleasemarm rincing his eye! One of these fine days, lewdy culler, you must redoform again. Blessed shield Martin! Softly so. I am so exquisitely pleased about the loveleavest dress I have. You will always call me Leafiest, won't you, dowling? Wordherfull Ohldhbhoy! And you won't urbjunk to me parafume, oiled of kolooney, with a spot of marashy. S! It's Alpine Smile from Yesthers late Yhesters. I'm in everywince nasturtls. Even in Houlth's nose. Medeurscodeignus! Astale of astoune. Grand owld marauder! If I knew who you are! When that hark from the air said it was Captain Finsen makes cumhulments and was mayit pressing for his suit I said are you there here's nobody here only me. But I near fell off the pile of samples. As if your tinger winged ting to me hear. Is that right what your brothermilk in Bray bes telling the district you were bragged up by Brostal because your parents would be always tumbling into his foulspace and losing her pentacosts after drinking their pledges? Howsomendeavor, you done me fine! The only man was ever known could eat the crushts of lobsters. Our native night when you twicetook me for some Marienne Sherry and then your Jermyn cousin who signs hers with exes and the beardwig I found in your Clarksome bag. Pharops you'll play you're the King of Aeships. You certainly make the most royal of noises. I will tell you all sorts of makeup things, strangerous. And show you to every simple storyplace we pass. Cadmillersfolly, Bellevenue, Wellcrom, Quid Superabit, villities vallities. Change the plates for the next course of murphies! Spendlove's still there and the canon going strong and so is Claffey's habits endurtaking and our parish pomp's a great warrent. But you'll have to ask that same four that named him is always snugging in your barsalooner, saying they're the best relicts of Conal O'Daniel and writing Finglas since the Flood. That'll be some kingly work in progress. But it's by this route he'll come some morrow. And I can signal you all flint and fern are rastling as we go by. And you'll sing thumb a bit and then wise your selmon on it. It is all so often and still the same to me. Sn? Only turf, wick dear! Clane turf. You've never forgodden bat on turf, have you, at brine burrow, what? Why, thems, the muchrooms, come up during the night. Look, agres of roofs in parshes. Dom on dam, dim in dim. And a capital part for olympics to play at. Steadyon, Cooloosus! Mind your stride or you'll knock. While I'm dodging the dustbins. Look what I found! A lintil pea. And look at here! This cara weeseed. Pretty mites, my sweethings, was they poorloves abandoned by wholawidey world? Nieghboulotts for newtown. The eblanamagna you behazyheld loomening up out of the dumblynass. But the still same sit. I've lapped so long. As you said. It fair takes. If I lose my breath for a minute or two don't speak, remember! Once it happened, so it may again. Why I'm all these years within years in soffran, allbeleaved. To hide away the tear, the parted. It's thinking of all. The brave that gave their. The fair that wore. All them that's gun. I'll begin again in a jiffy. The nick of a nad. How glad you'll be I waked you! My! How well you'll feel! For ever after. First we turn by the vagurin here and then it's gooder. So side by side, turn agate, weddingtown, laud men of Londub! I only hope whole the heavens sees us. For I feel I could near to faint away. Into the deeps. Annamores sleep. Let me lean, just a lea, if you lea, bowldstrong bigtider. Allgirls is wee. At times. So. While you're adamant ever. Whoops, that wind as if out of norewere! As on the night of the Apophanypes. Jumpst shootst throbbst into me mouth like a bogue and arrows! Ludegude of the Lashlanns, how he whips me cheeks! Sea, sea! Here, weir, reach, island, bridge. Where you meet I. The day. Remember! Why there that moment and us two only? I was but teen, a tiler's dot. The swankysuits was boosting always, sure him, he was like to me fad. But the swaggerest swell of Shackvulle Strutt. And the fiercest freaky ever followed a pining child round the sluppery table with a forkful of fat. But a king of whistlers. Scieoula! When he'd prop me atlas against his goose and light our two candles for our singers dohs on the sewingmachine. I'm sure he squirted juice in his eyes to make them flash for flightening me. Still and all he was awful fond to me. Who'll search for Find Me Colours now on the hillydroops of Vikloefells? But I read in Tobecontinued's tale that while bblubbles blows there'll still be sealksers. There'll be others but non so for me. Yead he never knew we seen us before. Night after night. So that I longed to go to. And still with all. One time you'd stand forenenst me, fairly laughing, in your bark and tan billows of branches for to fan me coolly. And I'd lie as quiet as a moss. And one time you'd rush upon me, darkly roaring, like a great black shadow with a sheeny stare to pierce me rawly. And I'd frozen up and pray for thaw. Three times in all. I was the pet of everyone then. A princeable girl. And you were the pantymammy's Vulking Corsergoth. The invision of Indelond. And, by Thorror, you looked it! My lips went livid for from the joy of fear. Like almost now. How? How you said how you'd give me the keys of me heart. And we'd be married till dealth to uspart. And though deav do espart. O mine! Only, no, now it's me who's got to give. As dove herself dive. In this line. And can it be it's now forveil? Illas! I wisht I had better glances to peer to you through this baylight's growing. But you're changing, acoolsha, you're changing from me, I can feel. Or is it me is? I'm getting mixed. Brightening up and tightening down. Yes, you're changing, sonhusband, and you're turning, I can feel you, for a daughterwife from the hills again. Imlamaya. And she is coming. Swimming in my hindmoist. Diveltaking on me tail. Just a whisk brisk sly spry spink spank sprint of a thing theresomere, saultering. Saltarella come to her own. I pity your oldself I was used to. Now a younger's there. Try not to part! Be happy, dear ones! May I be wrong! For she'll be sweet for you as I was sweet when I came down out of me mother. My great blue bedroom, the air so quiet, scarce a cloud. In peace and silence. I could have stayed up there for always only. It's something fails us. First we feel. Then we fall. And let her rain now if she likes. Gently or strongly as she likes. Anyway let her rain for my time is come. I done me best when I was let. Thinking always if I go all goes. A hundred cares, a tithe of troubles and is there one who understands me? One in a thousand of years of the nights? All me life I have been lived among them but now they are becoming lotted to me. And I am loting their little warm tricks. And lotting their mean cosy turns. And all the greedy gushes out through their small souls. And all the lazy leaks down over their brash bodies. How small it's all! And me letting on to meself always. And lilting on all the time. I thought you were all glittering with the noblest of carriage. You're only a bumpkin. I thought you the great in all things, in guilt and in glory. You're but a puny. Home! My people were not their sort out beyond there so far as I can. For all the bold and bad and bleary they are blamed, the seahags. No! Nor for all our wild dances in all their wild din. I can seen meself among them, allaniuvia pulchrabelled. How she was handsome, the wild Amazia, when she would seize to my other breast! And what she is weird, haughty Niluna, that she will snatch from my ownest hair! For tis they are the stormies. Ho hang! Hang ho! And the clash of our cries till we spring to be free. Auravoles, they says, never heed of your name! But I'm looting them that's here and all I lot. Loonely in my loneness. For all their faults. I am passing out. O bitter ending! I'll slip away before they're up. They'll never see. Nor know. Nor miss me. And it's old and old it's sad and old it's sad and weary I go back to you, my cold father, my cold mad father, my cold mad feary father, till the near sight of the mere size of him, the miles and miles of it, moananoaning, makes me seasilt saltsick and I rush, my only, into your arms. I see them rising! Save me from those turble prongs! Two more. Onetwo moremens more. So. Avelaval. My leaves have drifted from me. All. But one clings still. I'll bear it on me. To remind me of. Leaf. So soft this morning, ours. Yes. Carry me along, taddy, like you done through the toy fair! If I seen him bearing down on me now under whitespread wings like he'd come from Arkangels, I sink I'd die down over his feet, humbly dumbly, only to washup. Yes, tide. There's where. First. We pass through grass behush the bush to. Whish! A gull. Gulls. Far calls. Coming, far! End here. Us then. Finn, again! Take. Bussoftlee, mememormee! Till thousendsthee. Yhwh. The keys to. Given! A way a lone a last a loved a long the
folty all the nights have falled on to long my hair. Not a sound,
falling. Lispn! No wind no word. Only a leaf, just a leaf and
then leaves. The woods are fond always. As were we their babes
in. And robins in crews so. It is for me goolden wending.
Unless? Away! Rise up, man of the hooths, you have slept so
long! Or is it only so mesleems? On your pondered palm.
Reclined from cape to pede. With pipe on bowl. Terce for a
fiddler, sixt for makmerriers, none for a Cole. Rise up now and
aruse! Norvena's over. I am leafy, your goolden, so you called
me, may me life, yea your goolden, silve me solve, exsogerraider!
You did so drool. I was so sharm. But there's a great poet in you
too. Stout Stokes would take you offly. So has he as bored me
to slump. But am good and rested. Taks to you, toddy, tan ye!
Yawhawaw. Helpunto min, helpas vin. Here is your shirt, the day
one, come back. The stock, your collar. Also your double brogues.
A comforter as well. And here your iverol and everthelest your
umbr. And stand up tall! Straight. I want to see you looking fine
for me. With your brandnew big green belt and all. Blooming in
the very lotust and second to nill, Budd! When you're in the
buckly shuit Rosensharonals near did for you. Fiftyseven and
three, cosh, with the bulge. Proudpurse Alby with his pooraroon
Eireen, they'll. Pride, comfytousness, enevy! You make me think
of a wonderdecker I once. Or somebalt thet sailder, the man me-
gallant, with the bangled ears. Or an earl was he, at Lucan? Or,
no, it's the Iren duke's I mean. Or somebrey erse from the Dark
Countries. Come and let us! We always said we'd. And go abroad.
Rathgreany way perhaps. The childher are still fast. There is no
school today. Them boys is so contrairy. The Head does be
worrying himself. Heel trouble and heal travel. Galliver and
Gellover. Unless they changes by mistake. I seen the likes in
the twinngling of an aye. Som. So oft. Sim. Time after time.
The sehm asnuh. Two bredder as doffered as nors in soun. When
one of him sighs or one of him cries 'tis you all over. No peace
at all. Maybe it's those two old crony aunts held them out to the
water front. Queer Mrs Quickenough and odd Miss Dodd-
pebble. And when them two has had a good few there isn't much
more dirty clothes to publish. From the Laundersdale Minssions.
One chap googling the holyboy's thingabib and this lad wetting
his widdle. You were pleased as Punch, recitating war exploits
and pearse orations to them jackeen gapers. But that night after,
all you were wanton! Bidding me do this and that and the other.
And blowing off to me, hugly Judsys, what wouldn't you give
to have a girl! Your wish was mewill. And, lo, out of a sky! The
way I too. But her, you wait. Eager to choose is left to her shade.
If she had only more matcher's wit. Findlings makes runaways,
runaways a stray. She's as merry as the gricks still. 'Twould be
sore should ledden sorrow. I'll wait. And I'll wait. And then if
all goes. What will be is. Is is. But let them. Slops hospodch and
the slusky slut too. He's for thee what she's for me. Dogging you
round cove and haven and teaching me the perts of speech. If you
spun your yarns to him on the swishbarque waves I was spelling
my yearns to her over cottage cake. We'll not disturb their sleep-
ing duties. Let besoms be bosuns. It's Phoenix, dear. And the
flame is, hear! Let's our joornee saintomichael make it. Since the
lausafire has lost and the book of the depth is. Closed. Come!
Step out of your shell! Hold up you free fing! Yes. We've light
enough. I won't take our laddy's lampern. For them four old
windbags of Gustsofairy to be blowing at. Nor you your ruck-
sunck. To bring all the dannymans out after you on the hike. Send
Arctur guiddus! Isma! Sft! It is the softest morning that ever I
can ever remember me. But she won't rain showerly, our Ilma. Yet.
Until it's the time. And me and you have made our. The sons of
bursters won in the games. Still I'll take me owld Finvara for my
shawlders. The trout will be so fine at brookfisht. With a taste
of roly polony from Blugpuddels after. To bring out the tang of
the tay. Is't you fain for a roost brood? Oaxmealturn, all out of
the woolpalls! And then all the chippy young cuppinjars clutter-
ing round us, clottering for their creams. Crying, me, grownup
sister! Are me not truly? Lst! Only but, theres a but, you must
buy me a fine new girdle too, nolly. When next you go to Market
Norwall. They're all saying I need it since the one from Isaacsen's
slooped its line. Mrknrk? Fy arthou! Come! Give me your great
bearspaw, padder avilky, fol a miny tiny. Dola. Mineninecy-
handsy, in the languo of flows. That's Jorgen Jargonsen. But you
understood, nodst? I always know by your brights and shades.
Reach down. A lil mo. So. Draw back your glave. Hot and hairy,
hugon, is your hand! Here's where the falskin begins. Smoos as
an infams. One time you told you'd been burnt in ice. And one
time it was chemicalled after you taking a lifeness. Maybe that's
why you hold your hodd as if. And people thinks you missed the
scaffold. Of fell design. I'll close me eyes. So not to see. Or see only
a youth in his florizel, a boy in innocence, peeling a twig, a child be-
side a weenywhite steed. The child we all love to place our hope in
for ever. All men has done something. Be the time they've come to
the weight of old fletch. We'll lave it. So. We will take our walk
before in the timpul they ring the earthly bells. In the church
by the hearseyard. Pax Goodmens will. Or the birds start their
treestirm shindy. Look, there are yours off, high on high! And
cooshes, sweet good luck they're cawing you, Coole! You see,
they're as white as the riven snae. For us. Next peaters poll you
will be elicted or I'm not your elicitous bribe. The Kinsella
woman's man will never reduce me. A MacGarath O'Cullagh
O'Muirk MacFewney sookadoodling and sweepacheeping round
the lodge of Fjorn na Galla of the Trumpets! It's like potting the
po to shambe on the dresser or tamming Uncle Tim's Caubeen
on to the brows of a Viker Eagle. Not such big strides, huddy
foddy! You'll crush me antilopes I saved so long for. They're
Penisole's. And the two goodiest shoeshoes. It is hardly a Knut's
mile or seven, possumbotts. It is very good for the health of a
morning. With Buahbuah. A gentle motion all around. As
leisure paces. And the helpyourselftoastrool cure's easy. It seems
so long since, ages since. As if you had been long far away.
Afartodays, afeartonights, and me as with you in thadark. You
will tell me some time if I can believe its all. You know where
I am bringing you? You remember? When I ran berrying after
hucks and haws. With you drawing out great aims to hazel me
from the hummock with your sling. Our cries. I could lead you
there and I still by you in bed. Les go dutc to Danegreven,
nos? Not a soul but ourselves. Time? We have loads on our
hangs. Till Gilligan and Halligan call again to hooligan. And
the rest of the guns. Sullygan eight, from left to right. Olobobo,
ye foxy theagues! The moskors thought to ball you out. Or
the Wald Unicorns Master, Bugley Captain, from the Naul, drawls
up by the door with the Honourable Whilp and the Reverend
Poynter and the two Lady Pagets of Tallyhaugh, Ballyhuntus,
in their riddletight raiding hats for to lift a hereshealth to their
robost, the Stag, evers the Carlton hart. And you needn't host
out with your duck and your duty, capapole, while they reach
him the glass he never starts to finish. Clap this wis on your poll
and stick this in your ear, wiggly! Beauties don't answer and the
rich never pays. If you were the enlarged they'd hue in cry you,
Heathtown, Harbourstown, Snowtown, Four Knocks, Fleming-
town, Bodingtown to the Ford of Fyne on Delvin. How they
housed to house you after the Platonic garlens! And all because,
loosed in her reflexes, she seem she seen Ericoricori coricome
huntsome with his three poach dogs aleashing him. But you came
safe through. Enough of that homer corner! And old mutther-
goosip! We might call on the Old Lord, what do you say? There's
something tells me. He is a fine sport. Like the score and a moighty
went before him. And a proper old promnentory. His door
always open. For a newera's day. Much as your own is. You
invoiced him last Eatster so he ought to give us hockockles and
everything. Remember to take off your white hat, ech? When
we come in the presence. And say hoothoothoo, ithmuthisthy!
His is house of laws. And I'll drop my graciast kertssey too. If
the Ming Tung no go bo to me homage me hamage kow bow
tow to the Mong Tang. Ceremonialness to stand lowest place
be! Saying: What'll you take to link to light a pike on porpoise,
plaise? He might knight you an Armor elsor daub you the first
cheap magyerstrape. Remember Bomthomanew vim vam vom
Hungerig. Hoteform, chain and epolettes, botherbumbose. And
I'll be your aural eyeness. But we vain. Plain fancies. It's in the
castles air. My currant bread's full of sillymottocraft. Aloof is
anoof. We can take or leave. He's reading his ruffs. You'll know
our way from there surely. Flura's way. Where once we led so
many car couples have follied since. Clatchka! Giving Shaugh-
nessy's mare the hillymount of her life. With her strulldeburg-
ghers! Hnmn hnmn! The rollcky road adondering. We can sit
us down on the heathery benn, me on you, in quolm uncon-
sciounce. To scand the arising. Out from Drumleek. It was there
Evora told me I had best. If I ever. When the moon of mourning
is set and gone. Over Glinaduna. Lonu nula. Ourselves, oursouls
alone. At the site of salvocean. And watch would the letter you're
wanting be coming may be. And cast ashore. That I prays for
be mains of me draims. Scratching it and patching at with a
prompt from a primer. And what scrips of nutsnolleges I pecked
up me meself. Every letter is a hard but yours sure is the hardest
crux ever. Hack an axe, hook an oxe, hath an an, heth hith ences.
But once done, dealt and delivered, tattat, you're on the map.
Rased on traumscrapt from Maston, Boss. After rounding his
world of ancient days. Carried in a caddy or screwed and corked.
On his mugisstosst surface. With a bob, bob, bottledby. Blob.
When the waves give up yours the soil may for me. Sometime
then, somewhere there, I wrote me hopes and buried the page
when I heard Thy voice, ruddery dunner, so loud that none but,
and left it to lie till a kissmiss coming. So content me now. Lss.
Unbuild and be buildn our bankaloan cottage there and we'll
cohabit respectable. The Gowans, ser, for Medem, me. With
acute bubel runtoer for to pippup and gopeep where the sterres
be. Just to see would we hear how Jove and the peers talk. Amid
the soleness. Tilltop, bigmaster! Scale the summit! You're not
so giddy any more. All your graundplotting and the little it
brought! Humps, when you hised us and dumps, when you
doused us! But sarra one of me cares a brambling ram, pomp
porteryark! On limpidy marge I've made me hoom. Park and a
pub for me. Only don't start your stunts of Donachie's yeards
agoad again. I could guessp to her name who tuckt you that one, tuf-
nut! Bold bet backwords. For the loves of sinfintins! Before the
naked universe. And the bailby pleasemarm rincing his eye! One
of these fine days, lewdy culler, you must redoform again.
Blessed shield Martin! Softly so. I am so exquisitely pleased about
the loveleavest dress I have. You will always call me Leafiest,
won't you, dowling? Wordherfhull Ohldhbhoy! And you won't
urbjunk to me parafume, oiled of kolooney, with a spot of mara-
shy. Sm! It's Alpine Smile from Yesthers late Yhesters. I'm in
everywince nasturtls. Even in Houlth's nose. Medeurscodeignus!
Astale of astoun. Grand owld marauder! If I knew who you are!
When that hark from the air said it was Captain Finsen makes cum-
hulments and was mayit pressing for his suit I said are you there
here's nobody here only me. But I near fell off the pile of samples.
As if your tinger winged ting to me hear. Is that right what
your brothermilk in Bray bes telling the district you were bragged
up by Brostal because your parents would be always tumbling
into his foulplace and losing her pentacosts after drinking their
pledges? Howsomendeavour, you done me fine! The only man
was ever known could eat the crushts of lobsters. Our native
night when you twicetook me for some Marienne Sherry and
then your Jermyn cousin who signs hers with exes and the beard-
wig I found in your Clarksome bag. Pharaops you'll play you're
the king of Aeships. You certainly make the most royal of noises.
I will tell you all sorts of makeup things, strangerous. And show
you to every simple storyplace we pass. Cadmillersfolly, Bellevenue,
Wellcrom, Quid Superabit, villities valleties. Change the plates
for the next course of murphies! Spendlove's still there and the
canon going strong and so is Claffey's habits endurtaking and
our parish pomp's a great warrent. But you'll have to ask that
same four that named them is always snugging in your bar-
salooner, saying they're the best relicts of Conal O'Daniel and
writing Finglas since the Flood. That'll be some kingly work in pro-
gress. But it's by this route he'll come some morrow. And I
can signal you all flint and fern are rasstling as we go by. And
you'll sing thumb a bit and then wise your selmon on it. It is all
so often and still the same to me. Snf? Only turf, wick dear! Clane
turf. You've never forgodden batt on tarf, have you, at broin
burroow, what? Mch? Why, them's the muchrooms, come up
during the night. Look, agres of roofs in parshes. Dom on dam,
dim in dym. And a capital part for olympics to ply at. Steadyon,
Cooloosus! Mind your stride or you'll knock. While I'm dodging
the dustbins. Look what I found! A lintil pea. And look at here!
This cara weeseed. Pretty mites, my sweetthings, was they poor-
loves abandoned by wholawidey world? Neighboulotts for new-
town. The Eblanamagna you behazyheld loomening up out of the
dumblynass. But the still sama sitta. I've lapped so long. As you
said. It fair takes. If I lose my breath for a minute or two don't
speak, remember! Once it happened, so it may again. Why I'm
all these years within years in soffran, allbeleaved. To hide away
the tear, the parted. It's thinking of all. The brave that gave their.
The fair that wore. All them that's gunne. I'll begin again in a
jiffey. The nik of a nad. How glad you'll be I waked you! My!
How well you'll feel! For ever after. First we turn by the vagurin
here and then it's gooder. So side by side, turn agate, wedding-
town, laud men of Londub! I only hope whole the heavens sees
us. For I feel I could near to faint away. Into the deeps. Anna-
mores leep. Let me lean, just a lea, if you le, bowldstrong big-
tider. Allgearls is wea. At times. So. While you're adamant evar.
Wrhps, that wind as if out of norewere! As on the night of the
Apophanypes. Jumpst shootst throbbst into me mouth like a
bogue and arrohs! Ludegude of the Lashlanns, how he whips
me cheeks! Sea, sea! Here, weir, reach, island, bridge. Where you
meet I. The day. Remember! Why there that moment and us
two only? I was but teen, a tiler's dot. The swankysuits was
boosting always, sure him, he was like to me fad. But the swag-
gerest swell off Shackvulle Strutt. And the fiercest freaky ever
followed a pining child round the sluppery table with a forkful
of fat. But a king of whistlers. Scieoula! When he'd prop me atlas
against his goose and light our two candles for our singers duohs
on the sewingmachine. I'm sure he squirted juice in his eyes to
make them flash for flightening me. Still and all he was awful
fond to me. Who'll search for Find Me Colours now on the hilly-
droops of Vikloefells? But I read in Tobecontinued's tale that while
blubles blows there'll still be sealskers. There'll be others but non
so for me. Yed he never knew we seen us before. Night after
night. So that I longed to go to. And still with all. One time you'd
stand fornenst me, fairly laughing, in your bark and tan billows of
branches for to fan me coolly. And I'd lie as quiet as a moss. And
one time you'd rush upon me, darkly roaring, like a great black
shadow with a sheeny stare to perce me rawly. And I'd frozen
up and pray for thawe. Three times in all. I was the pet of everyone
then. A princeable girl. And you were the pantymammy's Vulking
Corsergoth. The invision of Indelond. And, by Thorror, you
looked it! My lips went livid for from the joy of fear. Like almost
now. How? How you said how you'd give me the keys of me
heart. And we'd be married till delth to uspart. And though dev
do espart. O mine! Only, no, now it's me who's got to give. As
duv herself div. Inn this linn. And can it be it's nnow fforvell?
Illas! I wisht I had better glances to peer to you through this bay-
light's growing. But you're changing, acoolsha, you're changing
from me, I can feel. Or is it me is? I'm getting mixed. Brightening
up and tightening down. Yes, you're changing, sonhusband, and
you're turning, I can feel you, for a daughterwife from the hills
again. Imlamaya. And she is coming. Swimming in my hindmoist.
Diveltaking on me tail. Just a whisk brisk sly spry spink spank
sprint of a thing theresomere, saultering. Saltarella come to her
own. I pity your oldself I was used to. Now a younger's there.
Try not to part! Be happy, dear ones! May I be wrong! For she'll
be sweet for you as I was sweet when I came down out of me
mother. My great blue bedroom, the air so quiet, scarce a cloud.
In peace and silence. I could have stayed up there for always only.
It's something fails us. First we feel. Then we fall. And let her rain
now if she likes. Gently or strongly as she likes. Anyway let her
rain for my time is come. I done me best when I was let. Think-
ing always if I go all goes. A hundred cares, a tithe of troubles and
is there one who understands me? One in a thousand of years of
the nights? All me life I have been lived among them but now
they are becoming lothed to me. And I am lothing their little
warm tricks. And lothing their mean cosy turns. And all the
greedy gushes out through their small souls. And all the lazy
leaks down over their brash bodies. How small it's all! And me
letting on to meself always. And lilting on all the time. I thought
you were all glittering with the noblest of carriage. You're only
a bumpkin. I thought you the great in all things, in guilt and in
glory. You're but a puny. Home! My people were not their sort
out beyond there so far as I can. For all the bold and bad and
bleary they are blamed, the seahags. No! Nor for all our wild
dances in all their wild din. I can seen meself among them, alla-
niuvia pulchrabelled. How she was handsome, the wild Amazia,
when she would seize to my other breast! And what is she weird,
haughty Niluna, that she will snatch from my ownest hair! For
'tis they are the stormies. Ho hang! Hang ho! And the clash of
our cries till we spring to be free. Auravoles, they says, never heed
of your name! But I'm loothing them that's here and all I lothe.
Loonely in me loneness. For all their faults. I am passing out. O
bitter ending! I'll slip away before they're up. They'll never see.
Nor know. Nor miss me. And it's old and old it's sad and old it's
sad and weary I go back to you, my cold father, my cold mad
father, my cold mad feary father, till the near sight of the mere
size of him, the moyles and moyles of it, moananoaning, makes me
seasilt saltsick and I rush, my only, into your arms. I see them
rising! Save me from those therrble prongs! Two more. Onetwo
moremens more. So. Avelaval. My leaves have drifted from me.
All. But one clings still. I'll bear it on me. To remind me of. Lff!
So soft this morning, ours. Yes. Carry me along, taddy, like you
done through the toy fair! If I seen him bearing down on me now
under whitespread wings like he'd come from Arkangels, I sink
I'd die down over his feet, humbly dumbly, only to washup. Yes,
tid. There's where. First. We pass through grass behush the bush
to. Whish! A gull. Gulls. Far calls. Coming, far! End here. Us
then. Finn, again! Take. Bussoftlhee, mememormee! Till thous-
endsthee. Lps. The keys to. Given! A way a lone a last a loved a
long the
Soft morning, city! Yhwh! I am leafy speefing. Leaf! Folty and faulty all the nights have falled on to long my hair. Not a sound, falling. Lisp! No wind no word. Only a leaf, just a leaf and then leaves. The woods are fond always. As were we their babies in. And robins in crews so. It is for me golden wending. Unless? Away! Rise up, man of the hots, you have slept so long! Or is it onle mesleems? On your pondered palm. Reclined from cap to pede. With pipe on bowl. Terse for a fiddler, sixt for the makmerriers, none for a Cole. Rise up now and aruse! Norvena's over. I am leafy, your golden, so you called me, may me life, yea your golden, silve me solve, exsogerraider! You did so drool. I was so sharm. But there's a great poet in you too. Stout Stokes would take you offly. So has he as bored me to slump. But am good and tested. Takes to you, toddy, tane ye! Yah. Helpunto min, helpas vine. Here is your shirt, the day one, come back. The stock, your collar. Also your double brogues. A comforter as well. And here your iverol and evertheblest your umbr. And stand up tall! Straight. I want to see you looking fine for me. With your brandnew big green belt and all. Blooming in the very lotust and second to nill, Budd! When you're in the bluckly shuit Rosensharonals near did for you. 57 and 3, cosh, with the bulge. Proudpurse Alby with his pooraroon Eireen, they'll. Pride, comfytousness, envy! You make me think of a wonderdecker I once. Or somebalt thet sailder, the man megallant, with the bangled ears. Or an earl was he, at Lucan? Or, not, it's the Iren duke's I mean. Or somebrey erse from the Dark Countries. Come and let us! We always said we'd. And go abroad. Rathgreany way perhaps. The childer are still fast. There is no school today. Them boys is so contrary. The Head does be worrying himself. Heel trouble and heal travel. Galliver and Gellover. Unless they changes by mistake. I seen the likes in the twingling of an aye. Some. So oft, Sim. Time after time. The same asnew. Two bredder as doffered as nors in soun. When one of him sighs or one of him cries tis you all over. No peace at all. Maybe it's those two old crony aunts held them out to the water front. Queer Mrs Quickenough and odd Miss Doddpebble. And when them two has had a good few there isn't much more dirty clothes to publish. From the Laundersdale Minssions. One chap googling the holyboy's thingabib and this lad wetting his widdle. You were pleased as Punch, recitating war exploits and pearse orations to them jackeen gapers. But that night after, all you were wanton! Budding me do this and that and the other. And blowing off to me, hugly Judsys, what wouldn't you give to have a girl! Your wish was mewill. And, lo, out of a sky! The way I too. But her, you wait. Eager to choose is left to her shade. If she had only more matcher's wit. Findlings makes runaways, runaways a stray. She's as merry as the greeks still. Twould be sore should leaden sorrow. I'll wait. And I'll wait. And then if all goes. What will be is. Is is. But let them. Slops hospodch and the slusky slut too. He's for thee what she's for me. Dogging you round cove and haven and teaching me the perts of speech. If you spun your yarns to him on the swishbarque waves I was spelling my yearns to her over cottage cake. We'll not disturb their sleeping duties. Let besoms be bosuns. It's Phoenix, dear. And the flame is, hear! Let's our journey saintomichael make it. Since the lausafire has lost and the book of depth is. Closed. Come! Step out of your shell! Hold up you free fing! Yes. We've light enough. I won't take our laddy's lampern. For them four old windbags of Gustsofairy to be blowing at. Nor you your rucksunk. To bring all the dannymans out after you on the hike. Send Arctur guiddus! Isma! Yhwh! It is the softest morning that ever I can ever remember me. But she won't rain showerly, our lima. Yet. Until it's the time. And me and you have made our. The sons of bursters won in the games. Still I'll take me old Finvara for my shaoulders. The trout will be so fine at brookfisht. With a taste of roly polony from Blugpuddels after. To bring out the tang of the tay. Is't you fain for a roost brood? Oaxmealtum, all out of the woolpalls! And then all the chippy young cuppinjars cluttering round us, clottering for their creams. Crying, me, grownup sister! Are me not truly? List! Only but, theres a but, you must buy me a fine new girdle too, nolly. When next you go to Market Norwall. They're all saying I need it since the one from Isaacsen's slooped it's line. Blzb? Fy arthou! Come! Give me your great bearspaw, padder avilky, fol a miny tiny. Dola. Mineninecyhandsy, in the languo of flows. That's Jorgen Jargonsen. But you understood, nodst? I always know by your brights and shades. Reach down. A lil mo. Draw back your glave. Hot and hairy, hugon, is your hand! Here's where the falksin begins. Smoos as an infams. One time you told you'd been burnt in ice. And one time it was chemicalled after you taking a lifeness. Maybe that's why you hold your hodd as if. And people thinks you missed the scaffold. Of fell design. I'll close me eyes. So not to see. Or see only a youth in his florizel, a boy in innocence, peeling a twig, a child beside a weenywhite steed. The child we all love to place our hope in for ever. All men has done something. Be the time they've come to the weight of old fletch. We'll lave it. So. We will take our walk before in the timpul they ring the earthly bells. In the church by the hearsayard. Pax Goodmens will. Or the birds start their treestirm shindy. Look, there are yours off, high on high! And cooshes, sweet good luck they're cawing you, Coole! You see, they're as white as the riven snaw. For us. Next peaters poll you will be elicted or I'm not your elicitous bribe. The Kinsella woman's man will never reduce me. A MacGarath O'Cullagh O'Muirk MacFewney sookadoodling and sweepacheeping round the lodge of Fjorn na Galla of the Trumpets! It's like potting the po to shame on the dresser or tamming Uncle Tim's Caubeen on to the brows of a Viker Eagle. Not such big strides, huddy foddy! You'll crush me antilopes I saved so long for. They're Penisole's. And the two goodiest shoeshoes. It is hardly a Knuts mile or seven, possumbotts. It is very good for the health of a morning. With Buahbuah. A gentle motion all around. As leisure paces. And the helpyourselftoastrool cure's easy. It seems so long since, ages since. As if you had been long far away. Afartodays, afeartonights, and me as with you in tadark. You will tell me some time if I hace believe its all. You know where I am bringing you? You remember? When I ran berrying after hucks and haws. With you drawing out great aims to hazel me from the hummock with your sling. Our cries. I could lead you there and I still by you in bed. Less go dut to Danegreven, nos? Not a soul but ourselves. Time? We have loads on our hangs. Till Gilligan and Halligan call again to hooligan. And the rest of the guns. Sullygan eight, from left to right. Oloboboo, ye foxy teagues! The moskors thought to ball you out. Or the Wald Unicorns Master, Bugley Captain, from the Naul, drawls up by the door with the Honourable Whilp and the Reverend Poynter and the two Lady Pagets of Tallyhaugh, Ballyhuntus, in their riddletights raiding hats for to lift a hereshealth to their robost, the Stag, evers the Carlton hart. And you needn't host out with your duck and your duty, capapole, while they reach him the glass he never starts to finish. Clap this wise on your poll and stick this in your ear, wiggly! Beauties don't answer and the rich never pays. If you were the enlarged they'd hue in cry you, Heathtown, Harbourstown, Snowtown, Four Knocks, Flemingtown, Bodingtown to the Ford of Fyne on Delvin. How they housed to house you after the Platonic garlands! And all because, loosed in her reflexes, she seem she seen Ericoricori corycome huntsome with his three poach dogs aleashing him. But you came safe through. Enough of that homer corner! And old muttergoosip! We might call on the Old Lord, what do you say? There's something tells me. He is a fine sport. Like the score and a moighty went before him. And a proper old promnentory. His door always open. For a newera's day. Much as you own is. You invoiced him last Eatster so he ought to give us hockockles and everything. Remember to take off your white hat, eh? When we come in the presence. And say hootootoo, itmutusty! His is house of laws. And I'll drop my graciast curtsey too. If the Ming Tung no go bow to me homage me hamage kowbow to the Mong Tang. Ceremonialness to stand lowest place be! Saying, What'll you take to link to a light a pike on porpoise, please? He might knight you an Armor elsor daub you the first cheap magyerstrape. Remember Bomthomanew vim vam vom Hungerig. Hoteform, chain and epolettes, botherbumbose. And I'll be your aural eyeness. But we vain. Plain fancies. It's in the castles air. My currant bread's full of sillymottocraft. Aloof is anoof. We can take or leave. He's reading his roughs. You'll know our way from there surely. Flura's way. Where once we led so many car couples have follied since. Clatchka! Giving Shaughnessy's mare the hillymount of her life. With her strulldeburghers! Yhwh! The rolky road adondering. We can sit us down on the heathery benn, me on you, in calm oncounsieounce. To scand the arising. Out from Drumleek. It was there Evora told me I had best. If I ever. When the moon of mourning is set and gone. Over Glinaduna. Lonu nula. Ourselves, oursouls alone. At the site of salvocean. And watch would the letter you're wanting be coming may be. And cast ashore. That I prays for be mains of me drams. Scratching it and patching at with a prompt from a primer. And what scrips of nutsolleges I pecked up me meself. Every letter is a hard but yours is sure the hardest crux HCE. Hack an axe, hook an ox, hath an n, het hit ences. But once done, dealt and delivered, tatat, you're on the map. Raised on traumscrapt from Maston, Boss. After rounding his world of ancient days. Carried in a caddy or screwed and corked. On his mugisstost surface. With a bob, bob, bottledby. Blob. When the waves give up yours the soil may for me. Sometime then, somewhere there, I wrote me hopes and buried the page the I heard Thy voice, ruddery dunner, so loud that none but, and left it to lie till a kissmiss coming. So content me now. Lies. Unbuild and be buildn our bankaloan cottage there and we'll cohabit respectable. The Gowans, ser, for Medem, me. With acute bubble runtoer for to pippup and gopeep where the sterres be. Just to see would we hear how Jove and the peers talk. Amid the soleness. Tilltop, bigmaster! Scale the summit! You're not so giddy any more. All your graundplotting and the little it brought! Humps, when you hised us and dumps, when you doused us! But sarray one of me cares a brambling ram, pomp porteryark! On limpidy marge I've made me home. Park and a pub for me. Only don't start your stunts of Donachie's yeards agoad again. I could jesp to her name who tuckt you that one, tufnut. Bold bet backwords. For the loves of sinfintins! Before the naked universe. And the bailby pleasemarm rincing his eye! One of these fine days, lewdy culler, you must redoform again. Blessed shield Martin! Softly so. I am so exquisitely pleased about the loveleavest dress I have. You will always call me Leafiest, won't you, dowling? Wordherfull Ohldhbhoy! And you won't urbjunk to me parafume, oiled of kolooney, with a spot of marashy. S! It's Alpine Smile from Yesthers late Yhesters. I'm in everywince nasturtls. Even in Houlth's nose. Medeurscodeignus! Astale of astoune. Grand owld marauder! If I knew who you are! When that hark from the air said it was Captain Finsen makes cumhulments and was mayit pressing for his suit I said are you there here's nobody here only me. But I near fell off the pile of samples. As if your tinger winged ting to me hear. Is that right what your brothermilk in Bray bes telling the district you were bragged up by Brostal because your parents would be always tumbling into his foulspace and losing her pentacosts after drinking their pledges? Howsomendeavor, you done me fine! The only man was ever known could eat the crushts of lobsters. Our native night when you twicetook me for some Marienne Sherry and then your Jermyn cousin who signs hers with exes and the beardwig I found in your Clarksome bag. Pharops you'll play you're the King of Aeships. You certainly make the most royal of noises. I will tell you all sorts of makeup things, strangerous. And show you to every simple storyplace we pass. Cadmillersfolly, Bellevenue, Wellcrom, Quid Superabit, villities vallities. Change the plates for the next course of murphies! Spendlove's still there and the canon going strong and so is Claffey's habits endurtaking and our parish pomp's a great warrent. But you'll have to ask that same four that named him is always snugging in your barsalooner, saying they're the best relicts of Conal O'Daniel and writing Finglas since the Flood. That'll be some kingly work in progress. But it's by this route he'll come some morrow. And I can signal you all flint and fern are rastling as we go by. And you'll sing thumb a bit and then wise your selmon on it. It is all so often and still the same to me. Sn? Only turf, wick dear! Clane turf. You've never forgodden bat on turf, have you, at brine burrow, what? Why, thems, the muchrooms, come up during the night. Look, agres of roofs in parshes. Dom on dam, dim in dim. And a capital part for olympics to play at. Steadyon, Cooloosus! Mind your stride or you'll knock. While I'm dodging the dustbins. Look what I found! A lintil pea. And look at here! This cara weeseed. Pretty mites, my sweethings, was they poorloves abandoned by wholawidey world? Nieghboulotts for newtown. The eblanamagna you behazyheld loomening up out of the dumblynass. But the still same sit. I've lapped so long. As you said. It fair takes. If I lose my breath for a minute or two don't speak, remember! Once it happened, so it may again. Why I'm all these years within years in soffran, allbeleaved. To hide away the tear, the parted. It's thinking of all. The brave that gave their. The fair that wore. All them that's gun. I'll begin again in a jiffy. The nick of a nad. How glad you'll be I waked you! My! How well you'll feel! For ever after. First we turn by the vagurin here and then it's gooder. So side by side, turn agate, weddingtown, laud men of Londub! I only hope whole the heavens sees us. For I feel I could near to faint away. Into the deeps. Annamores sleep. Let me lean, just a lea, if you lea, bowldstrong bigtider. Allgirls is wee. At times. So. While you're adamant ever. Whoops, that wind as if out of norewere! As on the night of the Apophanypes. Jumpst shootst throbbst into me mouth like a bogue and arrows! Ludegude of the Lashlanns, how he whips me cheeks! Sea, sea! Here, weir, reach, island, bridge. Where you meet I. The day. Remember! Why there that moment and us two only? I was but teen, a tiler's dot. The swankysuits was boosting always, sure him, he was like to me fad. But the swaggerest swell of Shackvulle Strutt. And the fiercest freaky ever followed a pining child round the sluppery table with a forkful of fat. But a king of whistlers. Scieoula! When he'd prop me atlas against his goose and light our two candles for our singers dohs on the sewingmachine. I'm sure he squirted juice in his eyes to make them flash for flightening me. Still and all he was awful fond to me. Who'll search for Find Me Colours now on the hillydroops of Vikloefells? But I read in Tobecontinued's tale that while bblubbles blows there'll still be sealksers. There'll be others but non so for me. Yead he never knew we seen us before. Night after night. So that I longed to go to. And still with all. One time you'd stand forenenst me, fairly laughing, in your bark and tan billows of branches for to fan me coolly. And I'd lie as quiet as a moss. And one time you'd rush upon me, darkly roaring, like a great black shadow with a sheeny stare to pierce me rawly. And I'd frozen up and pray for thaw. Three times in all. I was the pet of everyone then. A princeable girl. And you were the pantymammy's Vulking Corsergoth. The invision of Indelond. And, by Thorror, you looked it! My lips went livid for from the joy of fear. Like almost now. How? How you said how you'd give me the keys of me heart. And we'd be married till dealth to uspart. And though deav do espart. O mine! Only, no, now it's me who's got to give. As dove herself dive. In this line. And can it be it's now forveil? Illas! I wisht I had better glances to peer to you through this baylight's growing. But you're changing, acoolsha, you're changing from me, I can feel. Or is it me is? I'm getting mixed. Brightening up and tightening down. Yes, you're changing, sonhusband, and you're turning, I can feel you, for a daughterwife from the hills again. Imlamaya. And she is coming. Swimming in my hindmoist. Diveltaking on me tail. Just a whisk brisk sly spry spink spank sprint of a thing theresomere, saultering. Saltarella come to her own. I pity your oldself I was used to. Now a younger's there. Try not to part! Be happy, dear ones! May I be wrong! For she'll be sweet for you as I was sweet when I came down out of me mother. My great blue bedroom, the air so quiet, scarce a cloud. In peace and silence. I could have stayed up there for always only. It's something fails us. First we feel. Then we fall. And let her rain now if she likes. Gently or strongly as she likes. Anyway let her rain for my time is come. I done me best when I was let. Thinking always if I go all goes. A hundred cares, a tithe of troubles and is there one who understands me? One in a thousand of years of the nights? All me life I have been lived among them but now they are becoming lotted to me. And I am loting their little warm tricks. And lotting their mean cosy turns. And all the greedy gushes out through their small souls. And all the lazy leaks down over their brash bodies. How small it's all! And me letting on to meself always. And lilting on all the time. I thought you were all glittering with the noblest of carriage. You're only a bumpkin. I thought you the great in all things, in guilt and in glory. You're but a puny. Home! My people were not their sort out beyond there so far as I can. For all the bold and bad and bleary they are blamed, the seahags. No! Nor for all our wild dances in all their wild din. I can seen meself among them, allaniuvia pulchrabelled. How she was handsome, the wild Amazia, when she would seize to my other breast! And what she is weird, haughty Niluna, that she will snatch from my ownest hair! For tis they are the stormies. Ho hang! Hang ho! And the clash of our cries till we spring to be free. Auravoles, they says, never heed of your name! But I'm looting them that's here and all I lot. Loonely in my loneness. For all their faults. I am passing out. O bitter ending! I'll slip away before they're up. They'll never see. Nor know. Nor miss me. And it's old and old it's sad and old it's sad and weary I go back to you, my cold father, my cold mad father, my cold mad feary father, till the near sight of the mere size of him, the miles and miles of it, moananoaning, makes me seasilt saltsick and I rush, my only, into your arms. I see them rising! Save me from those turble prongs! Two more. Onetwo moremens more. So. Avelaval. My leaves have drifted from me. All. But one clings still. I'll bear it on me. To remind me of. Leaf. So soft this morning, ours. Yes. Carry me along, taddy, like you done through the toy fair! If I seen him bearing down on me now under whitespread wings like he'd come from Arkangels, I sink I'd die down over his feet, humbly dumbly, only to washup. Yes, tide. There's where. First. We pass through grass behush the bush to. Whish! A gull. Gulls. Far calls. Coming, far! End here. Us then. Finn, again! Take. Bussoftlee, mememormee! Till thousendsthee. Yhwh. The keys to. Given! A way a lone a last a loved a long the
Sunday, October 30, 2011
she's still her
Alma Luvia, Pollabella.
P.S. Soldier Rollo's sweetheart. And she's about fetted up now
with nonsery reams. And rigs out in regal rooms with the ritzies.
Rags! Worns out. But she's still her deckhuman amber too.
ALP.
PS Soldier Rollo's sweetheart. And she's about feted up now with nonseriy reams. And rigs out in regal rooms with the ritzies. Rags! Worns out. But she's still her deckhuman amber too.
P.S. Soldier Rollo's sweetheart. And she's about fetted up now
with nonsery reams. And rigs out in regal rooms with the ritzies.
Rags! Worns out. But she's still her deckhuman amber too.
ALP.
PS Soldier Rollo's sweetheart. And she's about feted up now with nonseriy reams. And rigs out in regal rooms with the ritzies. Rags! Worns out. But she's still her deckhuman amber too.
He is another he what
Well, we simply like their demb cheeks, the Rathgarries,
wagging here about around the rhythms in me amphybed and he
being as bothered that he pausably could by the fallth of hampty
damp. Certified reformed peoples, we may add to this stage, are
proptably saying to quite agreeable deef. Here gives your
answer, pigs and scuts! Hence we've lived in two worlds. He is
another he what stays under the himp of holth. The herewaker
of our hamefame is his real namesame who will get himself up
and erect, confident and heroic when but, young as of old, for my
daily comfreshenall, a wee one woos.
Well, we simply like their deem cheeks, the Rathgarries, wagging here about around the rhythms in my amphibed and he being as bothered that he pausably could by the fault of hampty damp. Certified reformed peoples, we may add to this stage, are proptably saying to quite agreeable deef. Here gives your answer, pigs and scuts! Hence we've lived in two worlds. He is another he what stays under the himp of holt. The herewaker of our hamefame is his real namesame who will get himself up and erect, confident and heroic when but, young as of old, for my daily comfreshenall, a wee one woos.
wagging here about around the rhythms in me amphybed and he
being as bothered that he pausably could by the fallth of hampty
damp. Certified reformed peoples, we may add to this stage, are
proptably saying to quite agreeable deef. Here gives your
answer, pigs and scuts! Hence we've lived in two worlds. He is
another he what stays under the himp of holth. The herewaker
of our hamefame is his real namesame who will get himself up
and erect, confident and heroic when but, young as of old, for my
daily comfreshenall, a wee one woos.
Well, we simply like their deem cheeks, the Rathgarries, wagging here about around the rhythms in my amphibed and he being as bothered that he pausably could by the fault of hampty damp. Certified reformed peoples, we may add to this stage, are proptably saying to quite agreeable deef. Here gives your answer, pigs and scuts! Hence we've lived in two worlds. He is another he what stays under the himp of holt. The herewaker of our hamefame is his real namesame who will get himself up and erect, confident and heroic when but, young as of old, for my daily comfreshenall, a wee one woos.
thanks
Well, our talks are coming to be resumed by more polite con-
versation with a huntered persent human over the natural bestness
of pleisure after his good few mugs of humbedumb and shag.
While for whoever likes that urogynal pan of cakes one apiece it is
thanks, beloved, to Adam, our former first Finnlatter and our
grocerest churcher, as per Grippiths' varuations, for his beautiful
crossmess parzel.
Well, our talks are coming to be resumed by more polite conversations with a huntered present human over the natural bestness of pleasure after his good few mugs of humbedum and shag. While for whoever likes that uronial pan of cakes apiece it is thanks, beloved, to Adam, our former first Finnlatter and our grocerest churcher, as per Grippith's varuations, for his beautiful crossmess parzel.
versation with a huntered persent human over the natural bestness
of pleisure after his good few mugs of humbedumb and shag.
While for whoever likes that urogynal pan of cakes one apiece it is
thanks, beloved, to Adam, our former first Finnlatter and our
grocerest churcher, as per Grippiths' varuations, for his beautiful
crossmess parzel.
Well, our talks are coming to be resumed by more polite conversations with a huntered present human over the natural bestness of pleasure after his good few mugs of humbedum and shag. While for whoever likes that uronial pan of cakes apiece it is thanks, beloved, to Adam, our former first Finnlatter and our grocerest churcher, as per Grippith's varuations, for his beautiful crossmess parzel.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
gentle as a mushroom
That we were treated not very grand when the police and
everybody is all bowing to us when we go out in all directions
on Wanterlond Road with my cubarola glide? And, personably
speaking, they can make their beaux to my alce, as Hillary Allen
sang to the opennine knighters. Item, we never were chained to a
chair, and, bitem, no widower whother soever followed us about
with a fork on Yankskilling Day. Meet a great civilian (proud
lives to him!) who is gentle as a mushroom and a very affectable
when he always sits forenenst us for his wet while to all whom
it may concern Sully is a thug from all he drunk though he is a
rattling fine bootmaker in his profession. Would we were here-
arther to lodge our complaint on sergeant Laraseny in consequence
of which in such steps taken his health would be constably broken
into potter's pance which would be the change of his life by a
Nollwelshian which has been oxbelled out of crispianity.
That we were treated not very grand when the police and everybody is all bowing to us when we go out in all directions on Wanterlond Road with my suberola glide? And, personably speaking, they can make their bows to my alls, as Hillary Allen sang to the opennine knighters. Item, we never were chained to a chair, and, bitem, no widower other soever followed us about with a fork on Yankskilling Day. Meet a great civilian (proud lives to him!) who is gentle as a mushroom and a very affectable when he always sits forenenst us for his wet while to all whom it may concern Sully is a thug from all he drunk though he is a rattling fine bootmaker in his profession. Would we were herearther to lodge our complaint on sargeant Laraseny in consequence of which in such steps taken his health would be constably broken into potter's pans which would be the change of his life by a Nollwelshian which has been oxbelled out of crispianity.
everybody is all bowing to us when we go out in all directions
on Wanterlond Road with my cubarola glide? And, personably
speaking, they can make their beaux to my alce, as Hillary Allen
sang to the opennine knighters. Item, we never were chained to a
chair, and, bitem, no widower whother soever followed us about
with a fork on Yankskilling Day. Meet a great civilian (proud
lives to him!) who is gentle as a mushroom and a very affectable
when he always sits forenenst us for his wet while to all whom
it may concern Sully is a thug from all he drunk though he is a
rattling fine bootmaker in his profession. Would we were here-
arther to lodge our complaint on sergeant Laraseny in consequence
of which in such steps taken his health would be constably broken
into potter's pance which would be the change of his life by a
Nollwelshian which has been oxbelled out of crispianity.
That we were treated not very grand when the police and everybody is all bowing to us when we go out in all directions on Wanterlond Road with my suberola glide? And, personably speaking, they can make their bows to my alls, as Hillary Allen sang to the opennine knighters. Item, we never were chained to a chair, and, bitem, no widower other soever followed us about with a fork on Yankskilling Day. Meet a great civilian (proud lives to him!) who is gentle as a mushroom and a very affectable when he always sits forenenst us for his wet while to all whom it may concern Sully is a thug from all he drunk though he is a rattling fine bootmaker in his profession. Would we were herearther to lodge our complaint on sargeant Laraseny in consequence of which in such steps taken his health would be constably broken into potter's pans which would be the change of his life by a Nollwelshian which has been oxbelled out of crispianity.
fitting
Well, here's lettering you erronymously anent other clerical
fands allieged herewith. I wisht I wast be that dumb tyke and he'd
wish it was me yonther heel. How about it? The sweetest song
in the world! Our shape as a juvenile being much admired from
the first with native copper locks. Referring to the Married
Woman's Improperty Act a correspondent paints out that the
Swees Aubumn vogue is hanging down straith fitting to her
innocenth eyes. O, felicious coolpose! If all the MacCrawls would
only handle virgils like Armsworks, Limited! That's handsel for
gertles! Never mind Micklemans! Chat us instead! The cad
with the pope's wife, Lily Kinsella, who became the wife of
Mr Sneakers for her good name in the hands of the kissing
solicitor, will now engage in attentions. Just a prinche for to-
night! Pale bellies our mild cure, back and streaky ninepace.
The thicks off Bully's Acre was got up by Sully. The Boot lane
brigade. And she had a certain medicine brought her in a
licenced victualler's bottle. Shame! Thrice shame! We are
advised the waxy is at the present in the Sweeps hospital and
that he may never come out! Only look through your leather-
box one day with P.C.Q. about 4.32 or at 8 and 22.5 with the
quart of scissions masters and clerk and the bevyhum of Marie
Reparatrices for a good allround sympowdhericks purge, full view,
to be surprised to see under the grand piano Lily on the sofa (and
a lady!) pulling a low and then he'd begin to jump a little bit to
find out what goes on when love walks in besides the solicitous
bussness by kissing and looking into a mirror.
Well, here's lettering you erronymously anent other clerical fands alleged herewith. I wisht I wast be that dumb tyke and he'd wish it was me onter heel. How about it? The sweetest song in the world! Our shape as a juvenile being much admired from the first with native copper locks. Referring to the Married Woman's Improperty Act a correspondent paints out that the Swees Aubumn vogue is hanging down strait fitting to her innocent eyes. O, felicitous coolpose. If all the MacCrawls would only handle virgils like Armsworks, Limited! That's handsell for gertles! Never mind Micklemans! Chat us instead! The cad with the pope's wife, Lily Kinsella, who became the wife of Mr Sneakers for her good name in the hands of the kissing solicitor, will now engage in attentions. Just a princh for tonight! Pale bellies our mild cure, back and streaky ninepace. The thicks off Bully's Acre was got up by Sully. The Boot lane brigade. And she had a certain medicine brought her in a licenced victualler's bottle. Shame! Thrice shame! We are advised the waxy is at the present in the Sweeps hospital and that he may never come out! Only look through your leatherbox one day with PCQ at about 4.32 or at 8 and 22.5 with the quart of scissions masters and clerk and the bevyhum of Marie Reparatrices for a good allround simpowdericks purge, full view, to be surprised to see under the grand piano Lily on the sofa (and a lady!) pulling a low and then he'd begin to jump a little bit to find out what goes on when love walks in besides the solicitous bussness by kissing and looking into a mirror.
fands allieged herewith. I wisht I wast be that dumb tyke and he'd
wish it was me yonther heel. How about it? The sweetest song
in the world! Our shape as a juvenile being much admired from
the first with native copper locks. Referring to the Married
Woman's Improperty Act a correspondent paints out that the
Swees Aubumn vogue is hanging down straith fitting to her
innocenth eyes. O, felicious coolpose! If all the MacCrawls would
only handle virgils like Armsworks, Limited! That's handsel for
gertles! Never mind Micklemans! Chat us instead! The cad
with the pope's wife, Lily Kinsella, who became the wife of
Mr Sneakers for her good name in the hands of the kissing
solicitor, will now engage in attentions. Just a prinche for to-
night! Pale bellies our mild cure, back and streaky ninepace.
The thicks off Bully's Acre was got up by Sully. The Boot lane
brigade. And she had a certain medicine brought her in a
licenced victualler's bottle. Shame! Thrice shame! We are
advised the waxy is at the present in the Sweeps hospital and
that he may never come out! Only look through your leather-
box one day with P.C.Q. about 4.32 or at 8 and 22.5 with the
quart of scissions masters and clerk and the bevyhum of Marie
Reparatrices for a good allround sympowdhericks purge, full view,
to be surprised to see under the grand piano Lily on the sofa (and
a lady!) pulling a low and then he'd begin to jump a little bit to
find out what goes on when love walks in besides the solicitous
bussness by kissing and looking into a mirror.
Well, here's lettering you erronymously anent other clerical fands alleged herewith. I wisht I wast be that dumb tyke and he'd wish it was me onter heel. How about it? The sweetest song in the world! Our shape as a juvenile being much admired from the first with native copper locks. Referring to the Married Woman's Improperty Act a correspondent paints out that the Swees Aubumn vogue is hanging down strait fitting to her innocent eyes. O, felicitous coolpose. If all the MacCrawls would only handle virgils like Armsworks, Limited! That's handsell for gertles! Never mind Micklemans! Chat us instead! The cad with the pope's wife, Lily Kinsella, who became the wife of Mr Sneakers for her good name in the hands of the kissing solicitor, will now engage in attentions. Just a princh for tonight! Pale bellies our mild cure, back and streaky ninepace. The thicks off Bully's Acre was got up by Sully. The Boot lane brigade. And she had a certain medicine brought her in a licenced victualler's bottle. Shame! Thrice shame! We are advised the waxy is at the present in the Sweeps hospital and that he may never come out! Only look through your leatherbox one day with PCQ at about 4.32 or at 8 and 22.5 with the quart of scissions masters and clerk and the bevyhum of Marie Reparatrices for a good allround simpowdericks purge, full view, to be surprised to see under the grand piano Lily on the sofa (and a lady!) pulling a low and then he'd begin to jump a little bit to find out what goes on when love walks in besides the solicitous bussness by kissing and looking into a mirror.
redress
About that coerogenal hun and his knowing the size of an egg-
cup. First he was a skulksman at one time and then Cloon's fired
him through guff. Be sage about sausages! Stuttutistics shows
with he's heacups of teatables the oldfirm's fatspitters are most
eatenly appreciated by metropolonians. While we should like to
drag attentions to our Wolkmans Cumsensation Act. The magnets
of our midst being foisted upon by a plethorace of parachutes.
Did speece permit the bad example of setting before the military
to the best of our belief in the earliest wish of the one in mind was
the mitigation of the king's evils. And how he staired up the
step after it's the power of the gait. His giantstand of manun-
known. No brad wishy washy wathy wanted neither! Once you
are balladproof you are unperceable to haily, icy and missile-
throes. Order now before we reach Ruggers' Rush! As we now
must close hoping to Saint Laurans all in the best. Moral. Mrs
Stores Humphreys: So you are expecting trouble, Pondups, from
the domestic service questioned? Mr Stores Humphreys: Just as
there is a good in even, Levia, my cheek is a compleet bleenk.
Plumb. Meaning: one two four. Finckers. Up the hind hose of
hizzars. Whereapon our best again to a hundred and eleven ploose
one thousand and one other blessings will now concloose thoose
epoostles to your great kindest, well, for all at trouble to took.
We are all at home in old Fintona, thank Danis, for ourselfsake,
that direst of housebonds, whool wheel be true unto lovesend
so long as we has a pockle full of brass. Impossible to remember
persons in improbable to forget position places. Who would
pellow his head off to conjure up a, well, particularly mean stinker
like funn make called Foon MacCrawl brothers, mystery man of
the pork martyrs? Force in giddersh! Tomothy and Lorcan, the
bucket Toolers, both are Timsons now they've changed their
characticuls during their blackout. Conan Boyles will pudge the
daylives out through him, if they are correctly informed. Music, me
ouldstrow, please! We'll have a brand rehearsal. Fing! One must
simply laugh. Fing him aging! Good licks! Well, this ought to weke
him to make up. He'll want all his fury gutmurdherers to redress
him. Gilly in the gap. The big bad old sprowly all uttering foon!
Has now stuffed last podding. His fooneral will sneak pleace by
creeps o'clock toosday. Kingen will commen. Allso brewbeer.
Pens picture at Manchem House Horsegardens shown in Morn-
ing post as from Boston transcripped. Femelles will be preadam-
inant as from twentyeight to twelve. To hear that lovelade
parson, of case, of a bawl gentlemale, pour forther moracles. Don't
forget! The grand fooneral will now shortly occur. Remember.
The remains must be removed before eaght hours shorp. With
earnestly conceived hopes. So help us to witness to this day to
hand in sleep. From of Mayasdaysed most duteoused.
About that coerogenal hun and his knowing the size of an eggcup. First he was a skulksman at one time and then Cloon's fired him through guff. Be sage about sausages! Stuttistics shows with he's heacups of teatables the oldfirm's fatspitters are most eatenly appreciated by metropolonians. While we should like to drag attentions to our Wolkmans Cumsensation Act. The magnets of our midst being foisted upon by a plethorace of parachutes. Did speace permit the bad example of setting before the military to the best of our belief in the earliest with of the one in mind was the mitigation of the king's evils. And how he staired up the step after it's the power of the gait. His giantstand of manunknown. No brad wishy washy watty wanted neither! Once you are balladproof you are unperceable to haily, icy and missilethroes. Order now before we reach Ruggers' Rush! As we now must close hoping to Saint Laurans all in the best. Moral. Mrs Stores Humphreys: So you are expecting trouble, Pondups, from the domestic service questioned? Mr Stores Humphreys: Just as there is a good in even, Levia, my cheek is a complete blank. Plumb. Meaning: 1 2 4. Finkers. Up the hind host of hizzars. Whereapoon our best again to a hundred and eleven ploss 1001 other blessings with now conclos thos epostles to your great kindest, well, for all at trouble to took. We are all at home in old Fintona, thank Danis, for ourselfsake, that direst of housebonds, whool wheel be true unto lovesend so long as we has a pockle full of brass. Impossible to remember persons in improbable to forget position places. Who would peelow his head off to conjure up a well particularly mean stinker like fun make called Foon MacCrawl brothers, mystery man of the pork martyrs? Force in giddersh! Tomothy and Lorcan, the bucket Toolers, both are Timsons now they've changed their characticuls during their blackout. Conan Boyles will pudge the daylives out through him, if they are correctly informed. Music, me ouldstrow, please! We'll have a brand rehearsal. Fing! One must simply laugh. Fing him aging! Good licks! Well, this ought to weak him to make up. He'll want all his fury gut murderers to redress him. Gilly in the gap. The big bad old sprawly all uttering foon! Has now stuffed last podding. His fooneral will sneak please by creeps o'clocl tuesday. Kingen will comen. Also brewbeer. Pens picture at Manchem House Horsegardens shown in Morning post as from Boston transcripped. Femelles will be preadaminant as from 28 to 12. To hear that lovelade parson, of case, of a bawl gentlemale, pour forther moracles. Don't forget! The grand fooneral will now shortly occur. Remember. The remains must be removed before eat hours shorp. With ECH. So help us to witness to this day to hand in sleep. From of Mayasdaysed most duteoused.
cup. First he was a skulksman at one time and then Cloon's fired
him through guff. Be sage about sausages! Stuttutistics shows
with he's heacups of teatables the oldfirm's fatspitters are most
eatenly appreciated by metropolonians. While we should like to
drag attentions to our Wolkmans Cumsensation Act. The magnets
of our midst being foisted upon by a plethorace of parachutes.
Did speece permit the bad example of setting before the military
to the best of our belief in the earliest wish of the one in mind was
the mitigation of the king's evils. And how he staired up the
step after it's the power of the gait. His giantstand of manun-
known. No brad wishy washy wathy wanted neither! Once you
are balladproof you are unperceable to haily, icy and missile-
throes. Order now before we reach Ruggers' Rush! As we now
must close hoping to Saint Laurans all in the best. Moral. Mrs
Stores Humphreys: So you are expecting trouble, Pondups, from
the domestic service questioned? Mr Stores Humphreys: Just as
there is a good in even, Levia, my cheek is a compleet bleenk.
Plumb. Meaning: one two four. Finckers. Up the hind hose of
hizzars. Whereapon our best again to a hundred and eleven ploose
one thousand and one other blessings will now concloose thoose
epoostles to your great kindest, well, for all at trouble to took.
We are all at home in old Fintona, thank Danis, for ourselfsake,
that direst of housebonds, whool wheel be true unto lovesend
so long as we has a pockle full of brass. Impossible to remember
persons in improbable to forget position places. Who would
pellow his head off to conjure up a, well, particularly mean stinker
like funn make called Foon MacCrawl brothers, mystery man of
the pork martyrs? Force in giddersh! Tomothy and Lorcan, the
bucket Toolers, both are Timsons now they've changed their
characticuls during their blackout. Conan Boyles will pudge the
daylives out through him, if they are correctly informed. Music, me
ouldstrow, please! We'll have a brand rehearsal. Fing! One must
simply laugh. Fing him aging! Good licks! Well, this ought to weke
him to make up. He'll want all his fury gutmurdherers to redress
him. Gilly in the gap. The big bad old sprowly all uttering foon!
Has now stuffed last podding. His fooneral will sneak pleace by
creeps o'clock toosday. Kingen will commen. Allso brewbeer.
Pens picture at Manchem House Horsegardens shown in Morn-
ing post as from Boston transcripped. Femelles will be preadam-
inant as from twentyeight to twelve. To hear that lovelade
parson, of case, of a bawl gentlemale, pour forther moracles. Don't
forget! The grand fooneral will now shortly occur. Remember.
The remains must be removed before eaght hours shorp. With
earnestly conceived hopes. So help us to witness to this day to
hand in sleep. From of Mayasdaysed most duteoused.
About that coerogenal hun and his knowing the size of an eggcup. First he was a skulksman at one time and then Cloon's fired him through guff. Be sage about sausages! Stuttistics shows with he's heacups of teatables the oldfirm's fatspitters are most eatenly appreciated by metropolonians. While we should like to drag attentions to our Wolkmans Cumsensation Act. The magnets of our midst being foisted upon by a plethorace of parachutes. Did speace permit the bad example of setting before the military to the best of our belief in the earliest with of the one in mind was the mitigation of the king's evils. And how he staired up the step after it's the power of the gait. His giantstand of manunknown. No brad wishy washy watty wanted neither! Once you are balladproof you are unperceable to haily, icy and missilethroes. Order now before we reach Ruggers' Rush! As we now must close hoping to Saint Laurans all in the best. Moral. Mrs Stores Humphreys: So you are expecting trouble, Pondups, from the domestic service questioned? Mr Stores Humphreys: Just as there is a good in even, Levia, my cheek is a complete blank. Plumb. Meaning: 1 2 4. Finkers. Up the hind host of hizzars. Whereapoon our best again to a hundred and eleven ploss 1001 other blessings with now conclos thos epostles to your great kindest, well, for all at trouble to took. We are all at home in old Fintona, thank Danis, for ourselfsake, that direst of housebonds, whool wheel be true unto lovesend so long as we has a pockle full of brass. Impossible to remember persons in improbable to forget position places. Who would peelow his head off to conjure up a well particularly mean stinker like fun make called Foon MacCrawl brothers, mystery man of the pork martyrs? Force in giddersh! Tomothy and Lorcan, the bucket Toolers, both are Timsons now they've changed their characticuls during their blackout. Conan Boyles will pudge the daylives out through him, if they are correctly informed. Music, me ouldstrow, please! We'll have a brand rehearsal. Fing! One must simply laugh. Fing him aging! Good licks! Well, this ought to weak him to make up. He'll want all his fury gut murderers to redress him. Gilly in the gap. The big bad old sprawly all uttering foon! Has now stuffed last podding. His fooneral will sneak please by creeps o'clocl tuesday. Kingen will comen. Also brewbeer. Pens picture at Manchem House Horsegardens shown in Morning post as from Boston transcripped. Femelles will be preadaminant as from 28 to 12. To hear that lovelade parson, of case, of a bawl gentlemale, pour forther moracles. Don't forget! The grand fooneral will now shortly occur. Remember. The remains must be removed before eat hours shorp. With ECH. So help us to witness to this day to hand in sleep. From of Mayasdaysed most duteoused.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
the constancy of chemical combinations
Of cause, so! And in effect, as?
Dear. And we go on to Dirtdump. Reverend. May we add
majesty? Well, we have frankly enjoyed more than anything
these secret workings of natures (thanks ever for it, we humbly
pray) and, well, was really so denighted of this lights time.
Mucksrats which bring up about uhrweckers they will come to
know good. Yon clouds will soon disappear looking forwards
at a fine day. The honourable Master Sarmon they should be
first born like he was with a twohangled warpon and it was
between Williamstown and the Mairrion Ailesbury on the top
of the longcar, as merrily we rolled along, we think of him looking
at us yet as if to pass away in a cloud. When he woke up in a
sweat besidus it was to pardon him, goldylocks, me having an
airth, but he daydreamsed we had a lovelyt face for a pulltomine.
Back we were by the jerk of a beamstark, backed in paladays last,
on the brinks of the wobblish, the man what never put a dramn
in the swags but milk from a national cowse. That was the prick
of the spindle to me that gave me the keys to dreamland. Sneakers
in the grass, keep off! If we were to tick off all that cafflers head,
whisperers for his accomodation, the me craws, namely, and their
bacon what harmed butter! It's margarseen oil. Thinthin thin-
thin. Stringstly is it forbidden by the honorary tenth commend-
mant to shall not bare full sweetness against a nighboor's wiles.
What those slimes up the cavern door around you, keenin, (the
lies is coming out on them frecklefully) had the shames to suggest
can we ever? Never! So may the low forget him their trespasses
against Molloyd O'Reilly, that hugglebeddy fann, now about to
get up, the hartiest that Coolock ever! A nought in nought
Eirinishmhan, called Ervigsen by his first mate. May all similar
douters of our oldhame story have that fancied widming! For
a pipe of twist or a slug of Hibernia metal we could let out and,
by jings, someone would make a carpus of somebody with the
greatest of pleasure by private shootings. And in contravention to
the constancy of chemical combinations not enough of all the
slatters of him left for Peeter the Picker to make their threi sevelty
filfths of a man out of. Good wheat! How delitious for the three
Sulvans of Dulkey and what a sellpriceget the two Peris of
Monacheena! Sugars of lead for the chloras ashpots! Peace! He
possessing from a child of highest valency for our privileged
beholdings ever complete hairy of chest, hamps and eyebags in
pursuance to salesladies' affectionate company. His real devotes.
Wriggling reptiles, take notice! Whereas we exgust all such
sprinkling snigs. They are pestituting the whole time never with
standing we simply agree upon the committee of amusance! Or
could above bring under same notice for it to be able to be seen.
Of cause, so! And in effect, as?
Dear. And we go on to Dirtdump, Reverend. May we add majesty? Well, we have frankly enjoyed more than anything these secret workings of natures (thanks ever for it, we humbly pray) and, well, was really so denighted of this lights time. Mucksrats which bring up about urweckers they will come to know good. Yon clouds will soon disappear looking forwards at a fine day. The honourable Master Sarmon they should be first born like he was with a twohangled warpon and it was between Williamstown and the Mairrion Ailesbury on the top of the longcar, as merrily we rolled along, we think of him looking at us yet as if to pass away in a cloud. When he woke up in a sweat besidus it was to pardon him, goldylocks, me having an airt, but he daydreamsed we had a lovelight face for a pulltomine. Back we were by the jerk of a beamstark, backed in paladays last, on the brinks of the wobblish, the man what never but a dram in the swags but milk from a national cow. That was the prick of the spindle to me that gave me the keys to dreamland. Sneakers in the grass, keep off! If we were to tick off all that cafflers head, whisperers for his accomodation, the me craws, namely, and their bacon what harmed butter! It's margarseen oil. Thintin tinetien. Stringstly is it forbidden by the honorary tenth commendmant to shall not bare full sweetness against a nieghboor's wiles. What those slimes up the cavern door around you, keenin, (the lies is coming out on them frecklefully) had the shames to suggest can we ever? Never! So may the low forget him their trespasses against Molloyd O'Reilly, that hugglebeddy fan, now about to get up, the hartiest that Collock ever! A nought in nought Eirinnishmhan, called Ervigsen by his first mate. May all similar doubters of our oldhame story have that fancied widming! For a pipe of twist or a slug of Hibernia metal we could let out and, by jings, someone would make a carpus of somebody with the greatest of pleasure by private shootings. And in contravention to the constancy of chemical combinations not enough of all the slatters of him left for Peeter the Picker to make their 3 sevelty fifths a man out of. Good wheat! How delitious for the 3 Sulvans of Dulkey and what a sellpriceget the 2 Peris of Monacheena! Sugars of lead for the chloras ashpots! Peace! He possessing from a child of highest valency for our priveleged beholdings ever complete hairy of chest, hamps and eyebags in pursuance to salesladies' affectionate company. His real devotes. Wriggling reptiles, take notice! Whereas we exgust all such sprinkling snigs. They are pestituting the whole time never with standing we simply agree upon the committee of amusance! Or could above bring under same notice for it to be able to be seen.
Dear. And we go on to Dirtdump. Reverend. May we add
majesty? Well, we have frankly enjoyed more than anything
these secret workings of natures (thanks ever for it, we humbly
pray) and, well, was really so denighted of this lights time.
Mucksrats which bring up about uhrweckers they will come to
know good. Yon clouds will soon disappear looking forwards
at a fine day. The honourable Master Sarmon they should be
first born like he was with a twohangled warpon and it was
between Williamstown and the Mairrion Ailesbury on the top
of the longcar, as merrily we rolled along, we think of him looking
at us yet as if to pass away in a cloud. When he woke up in a
sweat besidus it was to pardon him, goldylocks, me having an
airth, but he daydreamsed we had a lovelyt face for a pulltomine.
Back we were by the jerk of a beamstark, backed in paladays last,
on the brinks of the wobblish, the man what never put a dramn
in the swags but milk from a national cowse. That was the prick
of the spindle to me that gave me the keys to dreamland. Sneakers
in the grass, keep off! If we were to tick off all that cafflers head,
whisperers for his accomodation, the me craws, namely, and their
bacon what harmed butter! It's margarseen oil. Thinthin thin-
thin. Stringstly is it forbidden by the honorary tenth commend-
mant to shall not bare full sweetness against a nighboor's wiles.
What those slimes up the cavern door around you, keenin, (the
lies is coming out on them frecklefully) had the shames to suggest
can we ever? Never! So may the low forget him their trespasses
against Molloyd O'Reilly, that hugglebeddy fann, now about to
get up, the hartiest that Coolock ever! A nought in nought
Eirinishmhan, called Ervigsen by his first mate. May all similar
douters of our oldhame story have that fancied widming! For
a pipe of twist or a slug of Hibernia metal we could let out and,
by jings, someone would make a carpus of somebody with the
greatest of pleasure by private shootings. And in contravention to
the constancy of chemical combinations not enough of all the
slatters of him left for Peeter the Picker to make their threi sevelty
filfths of a man out of. Good wheat! How delitious for the three
Sulvans of Dulkey and what a sellpriceget the two Peris of
Monacheena! Sugars of lead for the chloras ashpots! Peace! He
possessing from a child of highest valency for our privileged
beholdings ever complete hairy of chest, hamps and eyebags in
pursuance to salesladies' affectionate company. His real devotes.
Wriggling reptiles, take notice! Whereas we exgust all such
sprinkling snigs. They are pestituting the whole time never with
standing we simply agree upon the committee of amusance! Or
could above bring under same notice for it to be able to be seen.
Of cause, so! And in effect, as?
Dear. And we go on to Dirtdump, Reverend. May we add majesty? Well, we have frankly enjoyed more than anything these secret workings of natures (thanks ever for it, we humbly pray) and, well, was really so denighted of this lights time. Mucksrats which bring up about urweckers they will come to know good. Yon clouds will soon disappear looking forwards at a fine day. The honourable Master Sarmon they should be first born like he was with a twohangled warpon and it was between Williamstown and the Mairrion Ailesbury on the top of the longcar, as merrily we rolled along, we think of him looking at us yet as if to pass away in a cloud. When he woke up in a sweat besidus it was to pardon him, goldylocks, me having an airt, but he daydreamsed we had a lovelight face for a pulltomine. Back we were by the jerk of a beamstark, backed in paladays last, on the brinks of the wobblish, the man what never but a dram in the swags but milk from a national cow. That was the prick of the spindle to me that gave me the keys to dreamland. Sneakers in the grass, keep off! If we were to tick off all that cafflers head, whisperers for his accomodation, the me craws, namely, and their bacon what harmed butter! It's margarseen oil. Thintin tinetien. Stringstly is it forbidden by the honorary tenth commendmant to shall not bare full sweetness against a nieghboor's wiles. What those slimes up the cavern door around you, keenin, (the lies is coming out on them frecklefully) had the shames to suggest can we ever? Never! So may the low forget him their trespasses against Molloyd O'Reilly, that hugglebeddy fan, now about to get up, the hartiest that Collock ever! A nought in nought Eirinnishmhan, called Ervigsen by his first mate. May all similar doubters of our oldhame story have that fancied widming! For a pipe of twist or a slug of Hibernia metal we could let out and, by jings, someone would make a carpus of somebody with the greatest of pleasure by private shootings. And in contravention to the constancy of chemical combinations not enough of all the slatters of him left for Peeter the Picker to make their 3 sevelty fifths a man out of. Good wheat! How delitious for the 3 Sulvans of Dulkey and what a sellpriceget the 2 Peris of Monacheena! Sugars of lead for the chloras ashpots! Peace! He possessing from a child of highest valency for our priveleged beholdings ever complete hairy of chest, hamps and eyebags in pursuance to salesladies' affectionate company. His real devotes. Wriggling reptiles, take notice! Whereas we exgust all such sprinkling snigs. They are pestituting the whole time never with standing we simply agree upon the committee of amusance! Or could above bring under same notice for it to be able to be seen.
autokinatonetically
Forget!
Our wholemole millwheeling vicociclometer, a tetradoma-
tional gazebocroticon (the "Mamma Lujah" known to every
schoolboy scandaller, be he Matty, Marky, Lukey or John-a-
Donk), autokinatonetically preprovided with a clappercoupling
smeltingworks exprogressive process, (for the farmer, his son and
their homely codes, known as eggburst, eggblend, eggburial and
hatch-as-hatch can) receives through a portal vein the dialytically
separated elements of precedent decomposition for the verypet-
purpose of subsequent recombination so that the heroticisms,
catastrophes and eccentricities transmitted by the ancient legacy
of the past; type by tope, letter from litter, word at ward, with
sendence of sundance, since the days of Plooney and Colum-
cellas when Giacinta, Pervenche and Margaret swayed over the
all-too-ghoulish and illyrical and innumantic in our mutter nation,
all, anastomosically assimilated and preteridentified paraidioti-
cally, in fact, the sameold gamebold adomic structure of our
Finnius the old One, as highly charged with electrons as hophaz-
ards can effective it, may be there for you, Cockalooralooraloo-
menos, when cup, platter and pot come piping hot, as sure as
herself pits hen to paper and there's scribings scrawled on eggs.
Forget!
Our wholemole millwheeling vicocyclometer, a tetradomational gazebocroticon (the "Mamma Lujah" known to every schoolboy scandaller, be he Matty Marky Lukey or John-a-donk), autokinatonetically preprovided with a clappercoupling smeltingworks exprogressive process, (for the farmer, his son and their homely codes known as eggburst eggblend eggburial and hatch-as-hatch can) receives through a portal vein the dialectically separated elements of precedent decomposition for the verypetpurpose of subsequent recombination so that the heroticisms, catastrophes and eccentricities transmitted by the ancient legacy of the past; type by top, letter from litter, word at ward, with sendence of sundance, since the days of Plooney and Columcellas when Giacinta, Pervenche and Margaret swayed over the all-too-ghoulish and illyrical and innumantic in our mutter nation, all, anastomosically assimilated and preteridientified paraidiotically, in fact, the sameold gamebold adomic structure of our Finnius the old One, as highly charged with electrons as hophazards can effective it, may be there for you, Cockalooraloomenos, when cup platter and pot come piping hot, as sure as herself pits hen to paper and there's scribings scrawled on eggs.
Our wholemole millwheeling vicociclometer, a tetradoma-
tional gazebocroticon (the "Mamma Lujah" known to every
schoolboy scandaller, be he Matty, Marky, Lukey or John-a-
Donk), autokinatonetically preprovided with a clappercoupling
smeltingworks exprogressive process, (for the farmer, his son and
their homely codes, known as eggburst, eggblend, eggburial and
hatch-as-hatch can) receives through a portal vein the dialytically
separated elements of precedent decomposition for the verypet-
purpose of subsequent recombination so that the heroticisms,
catastrophes and eccentricities transmitted by the ancient legacy
of the past; type by tope, letter from litter, word at ward, with
sendence of sundance, since the days of Plooney and Colum-
cellas when Giacinta, Pervenche and Margaret swayed over the
all-too-ghoulish and illyrical and innumantic in our mutter nation,
all, anastomosically assimilated and preteridentified paraidioti-
cally, in fact, the sameold gamebold adomic structure of our
Finnius the old One, as highly charged with electrons as hophaz-
ards can effective it, may be there for you, Cockalooralooraloo-
menos, when cup, platter and pot come piping hot, as sure as
herself pits hen to paper and there's scribings scrawled on eggs.
Forget!
Our wholemole millwheeling vicocyclometer, a tetradomational gazebocroticon (the "Mamma Lujah" known to every schoolboy scandaller, be he Matty Marky Lukey or John-a-donk), autokinatonetically preprovided with a clappercoupling smeltingworks exprogressive process, (for the farmer, his son and their homely codes known as eggburst eggblend eggburial and hatch-as-hatch can) receives through a portal vein the dialectically separated elements of precedent decomposition for the verypetpurpose of subsequent recombination so that the heroticisms, catastrophes and eccentricities transmitted by the ancient legacy of the past; type by top, letter from litter, word at ward, with sendence of sundance, since the days of Plooney and Columcellas when Giacinta, Pervenche and Margaret swayed over the all-too-ghoulish and illyrical and innumantic in our mutter nation, all, anastomosically assimilated and preteridientified paraidiotically, in fact, the sameold gamebold adomic structure of our Finnius the old One, as highly charged with electrons as hophazards can effective it, may be there for you, Cockalooraloomenos, when cup platter and pot come piping hot, as sure as herself pits hen to paper and there's scribings scrawled on eggs.
plainplanned
Forget, remember!
Have we cherished expectations? Are we for liberty of peru-
siveness? Whyafter what forewhere? A plainplanned liffeyism
assemblements Eblania's conglomerate horde. By dim delty Deva.
Forget, remember!
Have we cherished expectations? Are we for liberty of perusiveness? Whyafter what forewhere? A plainplanned liffeyism assemblements Eblania's CH. By dim delty Deva.
Have we cherished expectations? Are we for liberty of peru-
siveness? Whyafter what forewhere? A plainplanned liffeyism
assemblements Eblania's conglomerate horde. By dim delty Deva.
Forget, remember!
Have we cherished expectations? Are we for liberty of perusiveness? Whyafter what forewhere? A plainplanned liffeyism assemblements Eblania's CH. By dim delty Deva.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
trend
Fennsense, finnsonse, aworn! Tuck upp those wide shorts.
The pink of the busket for sheer give. Peeps. Stand up to hard
ware and step into style. If you soil may, puett, guett me prives.
For newmanmaun set a marge to the merge of unnotions. Inni-
tion wons agame.
What has gone? How it ends?
Begin to forget it. It will remember itself from every sides, with
all gestures, in each our word. Today's truth, tomorrow's trend.
Feensense, finsonse, aworn! Tuck up those wide shorts. The pink of the busket for sheer give. Peeps. Stand up to hard ware and step into style. If you soil may, pett, get me prives. For newmanmaun set a marge to the merge of unnotions. Innition wons agame.
What has gone? How it ends?
Begin to forget it. It will remembers itself from every sides, with all gestures, in each our word. Today's truth, tomorrow's trend.
The pink of the busket for sheer give. Peeps. Stand up to hard
ware and step into style. If you soil may, puett, guett me prives.
For newmanmaun set a marge to the merge of unnotions. Inni-
tion wons agame.
What has gone? How it ends?
Begin to forget it. It will remember itself from every sides, with
all gestures, in each our word. Today's truth, tomorrow's trend.
Feensense, finsonse, aworn! Tuck up those wide shorts. The pink of the busket for sheer give. Peeps. Stand up to hard ware and step into style. If you soil may, pett, get me prives. For newmanmaun set a marge to the merge of unnotions. Innition wons agame.
What has gone? How it ends?
Begin to forget it. It will remembers itself from every sides, with all gestures, in each our word. Today's truth, tomorrow's trend.
incessantlament
Health, chalce, endnessnessessity! Arrive, likkypuggers, in
a poke! The folgor of the frightfools is olympically optimo-
minous; there is bound to be a lovleg day for mirrages in the
open; Murnane and Aveling are undertoken to berry that ort-
chert: provided that. You got to make good that breachsuit,
seamer. You going to haulm port houlm, toilermaster. You yet
must get up to kill (nonparticular). You still stand by and do as
hit (private). While for yous, Jasminia Aruna and all your likers,
affinitatively must it be by you elected if Monogynes his is or
hers Diander, the tubous, limbersome and nectarial. Owned or
grazeheifer, ethel or bonding. Mopsus or Gracchus, all your
horodities will incessantlament be coming back from the Annone
Wishwashwhose, Ormepierre Lodge, Doone of the Drumes,
blanches bountifully and nightsend made up, every article lather-
ing leaving several rinsings so as each rinse results with a dap-
perent rolle, cuffs for meek and chokers for sheek and a kink in
the pacts for namby. Forbeer, forbear! For nought that is has
bane. In mournenslaund. Themes have thimes and habit reburns.
To flame in you. Ardor vigor forders order. Since ancient was
our living is in possible to be. Delivered as. Caffirs and culls and
onceagain overalls, the fittest surviva lives that blued, iorn and
storridge can make them. Whichus all claims. Clean. Whenast-
cleeps. Close. And the mannormillor clipperclappers. Noxt. Doze.
HCE! Arrive, likpugers, in a poke! The fulgor of the frightfools is olympically optimomous; there is bound to be a loveledge day for mirages in the open; Murnane and Aveling are undertoken to berry that ortchert: provided that. You got to make good that breachsuit, seamer. You going to halm port holm, toilermaster. You yet must get up to kill (nonparticular). You still stand by and do as hit (private). While for yous, Jasmina Aruna and all your likers, affinitatively must it be by you elected if Monogynes his is or hers Diander, the tubous, limbersome and nectarial. Owned or grazeheifer, ethel or bonding. Mopsus or Gracchus, all your horodities will incessantlament be coming back from the Annone Wishwashwhose, Ormepierre Lodge, Doone of the Drumes, blanches bountifully and nightsend made up, every article lathering leaving several rinsings so as each rinse results with a dapperent role, cuffs for meek and chokers for chic and a kink in the pacts for namby. Forbeer, forbear! For nought that is has bane. In mournensland. Themes have times and habit reburns. To flame in you. Ardor vigor forders order. Since ancient was our living is in possible to be. Delivered as. Caffirs and culls and onceagain overalls, the fittest surviva lives that blued, iron and storridge can make them. Whichus all claims. Clean. Whenastcleeps. Close. And the mannormiller clipperclappers. Noxt. Does.
a poke! The folgor of the frightfools is olympically optimo-
minous; there is bound to be a lovleg day for mirrages in the
open; Murnane and Aveling are undertoken to berry that ort-
chert: provided that. You got to make good that breachsuit,
seamer. You going to haulm port houlm, toilermaster. You yet
must get up to kill (nonparticular). You still stand by and do as
hit (private). While for yous, Jasminia Aruna and all your likers,
affinitatively must it be by you elected if Monogynes his is or
hers Diander, the tubous, limbersome and nectarial. Owned or
grazeheifer, ethel or bonding. Mopsus or Gracchus, all your
horodities will incessantlament be coming back from the Annone
Wishwashwhose, Ormepierre Lodge, Doone of the Drumes,
blanches bountifully and nightsend made up, every article lather-
ing leaving several rinsings so as each rinse results with a dap-
perent rolle, cuffs for meek and chokers for sheek and a kink in
the pacts for namby. Forbeer, forbear! For nought that is has
bane. In mournenslaund. Themes have thimes and habit reburns.
To flame in you. Ardor vigor forders order. Since ancient was
our living is in possible to be. Delivered as. Caffirs and culls and
onceagain overalls, the fittest surviva lives that blued, iorn and
storridge can make them. Whichus all claims. Clean. Whenast-
cleeps. Close. And the mannormillor clipperclappers. Noxt. Doze.
HCE! Arrive, likpugers, in a poke! The fulgor of the frightfools is olympically optimomous; there is bound to be a loveledge day for mirages in the open; Murnane and Aveling are undertoken to berry that ortchert: provided that. You got to make good that breachsuit, seamer. You going to halm port holm, toilermaster. You yet must get up to kill (nonparticular). You still stand by and do as hit (private). While for yous, Jasmina Aruna and all your likers, affinitatively must it be by you elected if Monogynes his is or hers Diander, the tubous, limbersome and nectarial. Owned or grazeheifer, ethel or bonding. Mopsus or Gracchus, all your horodities will incessantlament be coming back from the Annone Wishwashwhose, Ormepierre Lodge, Doone of the Drumes, blanches bountifully and nightsend made up, every article lathering leaving several rinsings so as each rinse results with a dapperent role, cuffs for meek and chokers for chic and a kink in the pacts for namby. Forbeer, forbear! For nought that is has bane. In mournensland. Themes have times and habit reburns. To flame in you. Ardor vigor forders order. Since ancient was our living is in possible to be. Delivered as. Caffirs and culls and onceagain overalls, the fittest surviva lives that blued, iron and storridge can make them. Whichus all claims. Clean. Whenastcleeps. Close. And the mannormiller clipperclappers. Noxt. Does.
skullhullows
Yet is no body present here which was not there before. Only
is order othered. Nought is nulled. Fuitfiat!
Lo, the laud of laurens now orielising benedictively when
saint and sage have said their say.
A spathe of calyptrous glume involucrumines the perinanthean
Amenta: fungoalgaceous muscafilicial graminopalmular plan-
teon; of increasing, livivorous, feelful thinkamalinks; luxuriotia-
ting everywhencewithersoever among skullhullows and charnel-
cysts of a weedwastewoldwevild when Ralph the Retriever
ranges to jawrode his knuts knuckles and her theas thighs; one-
gugulp down of the nauseous forere brarkfarsts oboboomaround
and you're as paint and spickspan as a rainbow; wreathe the bowl
to rid the bowel; no runcure, no rank heat, sir; amess in amullium;
chlorid cup.
Yet is no body present here which was not there before. Only is order othered. Nought is nulled. Fuitfiat!
Lo, the laud of laurens now orielising benedictively when saint and sage have said their say.
A spathe of calyptrous glum involucrumines the perinanthean Amenta: fungoalgaceous muscafilicial graminopalmular planteon; of increasing livivorous, feelful thinkamalinks; luxuriotating everywhencewithersoever among skullhullows and chamelcysts of a weedwastewoldwevild when Ralph the Retriever ranges to jawrode his nuts knuckles and her t's thighs; onegugulp down of the nauseous forere brarkfarsts obomaround and you're as paint and spickspan as a rainbow; wreathe the bowl to rid the bowel; no runkure, no rank heat, sir; amess in amullium; chlorid cup.
is order othered. Nought is nulled. Fuitfiat!
Lo, the laud of laurens now orielising benedictively when
saint and sage have said their say.
A spathe of calyptrous glume involucrumines the perinanthean
Amenta: fungoalgaceous muscafilicial graminopalmular plan-
teon; of increasing, livivorous, feelful thinkamalinks; luxuriotia-
ting everywhencewithersoever among skullhullows and charnel-
cysts of a weedwastewoldwevild when Ralph the Retriever
ranges to jawrode his knuts knuckles and her theas thighs; one-
gugulp down of the nauseous forere brarkfarsts oboboomaround
and you're as paint and spickspan as a rainbow; wreathe the bowl
to rid the bowel; no runcure, no rank heat, sir; amess in amullium;
chlorid cup.
Yet is no body present here which was not there before. Only is order othered. Nought is nulled. Fuitfiat!
Lo, the laud of laurens now orielising benedictively when saint and sage have said their say.
A spathe of calyptrous glum involucrumines the perinanthean Amenta: fungoalgaceous muscafilicial graminopalmular planteon; of increasing livivorous, feelful thinkamalinks; luxuriotating everywhencewithersoever among skullhullows and chamelcysts of a weedwastewoldwevild when Ralph the Retriever ranges to jawrode his nuts knuckles and her t's thighs; onegugulp down of the nauseous forere brarkfarsts obomaround and you're as paint and spickspan as a rainbow; wreathe the bowl to rid the bowel; no runkure, no rank heat, sir; amess in amullium; chlorid cup.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
scheining
Sants and sogs, cabs and cobs, kings and karls, tentes and
taunts.
'Tis gone infarover. So fore now, dayleash. Pour deday. To
trancefixureashone. Feist of Taborneccles, scenopegia, come!
Shamwork, be in our scheining! And let every crisscouple be so
crosscomplimentary, little eggons, youlk and meelk, in a farbiger
pancosmos. With a hottyhammyum all round. Gudstruce!
Saints and sogs, cabs and cobs, kings and curls, tents and taunts.
'Tis gone infarover. So fore now, dayleash. Pour deday. To trancefixureashone. Feist of Taborneccles, scenopegia, come! Shamwork, be in our shining! and let every crisscouple be so crosscomplimentary, little eggons, yolk and milk, in a farbiger pancosmos. With a hottyhammyum all round. Goodstruce!
taunts.
'Tis gone infarover. So fore now, dayleash. Pour deday. To
trancefixureashone. Feist of Taborneccles, scenopegia, come!
Shamwork, be in our scheining! And let every crisscouple be so
crosscomplimentary, little eggons, youlk and meelk, in a farbiger
pancosmos. With a hottyhammyum all round. Gudstruce!
Saints and sogs, cabs and cobs, kings and curls, tents and taunts.
'Tis gone infarover. So fore now, dayleash. Pour deday. To trancefixureashone. Feist of Taborneccles, scenopegia, come! Shamwork, be in our shining! and let every crisscouple be so crosscomplimentary, little eggons, yolk and milk, in a farbiger pancosmos. With a hottyhammyum all round. Goodstruce!
Awed
Good safe firelamp! hailed the heliots. Goldselforelump!
Halled they. Awed. Where thereon the skyfold high, trampa-
trampatramp. Adie. Per ye comdoom doominoom noonstroom.
Yeasome priestomes. Fullyhum toowhoom.
Taawhaar?
Good safe firelamp! hailed the heliots. Goldselforlump! Halled they. Awed. Where thereon the skyfold high, trampatrampatramp. Adie. Per ye comedoom doominom noonstroom. Yeasome priestomes. Fullyhume towhom.
T'whar?
Halled they. Awed. Where thereon the skyfold high, trampa-
trampatramp. Adie. Per ye comdoom doominoom noonstroom.
Yeasome priestomes. Fullyhum toowhoom.
Taawhaar?
Good safe firelamp! hailed the heliots. Goldselforlump! Halled they. Awed. Where thereon the skyfold high, trampatrampatramp. Adie. Per ye comedoom doominom noonstroom. Yeasome priestomes. Fullyhume towhom.
T'whar?
Sweating
That was thing, bygotter, the thing, bogcotton, the very thing,
begad! Even to uptoputty Bilkilly-Belkelly-Balkally. Who was
for shouting down the shatton on the lamp of Jeeshees. Sweating
on to stonker and throw his seven. As he shuck his thumping
fore features apt the hoyhop of His Ards.
Thud.
That was thing, bygotter, the thing, bogcotton, the very thing, begad! Even to uptoputty Bilkilly-Belkelly-Balkally. Who was for shouting down the shatton on the lamp of Jeshees. Sweating on to stonker and throw his seven. As he shuck his thumping fore features apt the hope of His Ards.
Thud.
begad! Even to uptoputty Bilkilly-Belkelly-Balkally. Who was
for shouting down the shatton on the lamp of Jeeshees. Sweating
on to stonker and throw his seven. As he shuck his thumping
fore features apt the hoyhop of His Ards.
Thud.
That was thing, bygotter, the thing, bogcotton, the very thing, begad! Even to uptoputty Bilkilly-Belkelly-Balkally. Who was for shouting down the shatton on the lamp of Jeshees. Sweating on to stonker and throw his seven. As he shuck his thumping fore features apt the hope of His Ards.
Thud.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
synthetic
Punc. Bigseer, refrects the petty padre, whackling it out, a
tumble to take, tripeness to call thing and to call if say is good
while, you pore shiroskuro blackinwhitepaddynger, by thiswis
aposterioprismically apatstrophied and paralogically periparo-
lysed, celestial from principalest of Iro's Irismans ruinboon pot
before, (for beingtime monkblinkers timeblinged completamen-
tarily murkblankered in their neutrolysis between the possible
viriditude of the sager and the probable eruberuption of the
saint), as My tappropinquish to Me wipenmeselps gnosegates a
handcaughtscheaf of synthetic shammyrag to hims hers, seeming-
such four three two agreement cause heart to be might, saving to
Balenoarch (he kneeleths), to Great Balenoarch (he kneeleths
down) to Greatest Great Balenoarch (he kneeleths down quite-
somely), the sound sense sympol in a weedwayedwold of the
firethere the sun in his halo cast. Onmen.
Punk. Bigseer, refrects the petty padre, whackling it out, a tumble to take, tripeness to call thing and to call if say is good while, you poor siroskuro blackinwhitepaddyger, by thiswis aposterioprismatically apatstrophied and paralogically periparolysed, celestial from principalest of Iro's Irismans ruinboon pot before, (for beingtime monkblinkers timeblinged completamentarily murkblankered in their neutrolysis between the possible viritude of the sager and the probable eruberuption of the saint), as My tapropinquish to Me wipenmeselps gnosegates a handcaughtsheef of synthetic shammyrag to hims hers, seemingsuch 4 3 2 agreement cause heart to be might, saving to Balenoarch (he kneeleths), to Great Balenoarch (he kneeleths down) to Greatest Great Balenoarch (he kneeleths down quitesomely), the sound sense simple in a weedwayold of the firethere the sun in his halo cast. Onmen.
tumble to take, tripeness to call thing and to call if say is good
while, you pore shiroskuro blackinwhitepaddynger, by thiswis
aposterioprismically apatstrophied and paralogically periparo-
lysed, celestial from principalest of Iro's Irismans ruinboon pot
before, (for beingtime monkblinkers timeblinged completamen-
tarily murkblankered in their neutrolysis between the possible
viriditude of the sager and the probable eruberuption of the
saint), as My tappropinquish to Me wipenmeselps gnosegates a
handcaughtscheaf of synthetic shammyrag to hims hers, seeming-
such four three two agreement cause heart to be might, saving to
Balenoarch (he kneeleths), to Great Balenoarch (he kneeleths
down) to Greatest Great Balenoarch (he kneeleths down quite-
somely), the sound sense sympol in a weedwayedwold of the
firethere the sun in his halo cast. Onmen.
Punk. Bigseer, refrects the petty padre, whackling it out, a tumble to take, tripeness to call thing and to call if say is good while, you poor siroskuro blackinwhitepaddyger, by thiswis aposterioprismatically apatstrophied and paralogically periparolysed, celestial from principalest of Iro's Irismans ruinboon pot before, (for beingtime monkblinkers timeblinged completamentarily murkblankered in their neutrolysis between the possible viritude of the sager and the probable eruberuption of the saint), as My tapropinquish to Me wipenmeselps gnosegates a handcaughtsheef of synthetic shammyrag to hims hers, seemingsuch 4 3 2 agreement cause heart to be might, saving to Balenoarch (he kneeleths), to Great Balenoarch (he kneeleths down) to Greatest Great Balenoarch (he kneeleths down quitesomely), the sound sense simple in a weedwayold of the firethere the sun in his halo cast. Onmen.
verbigratiagrading
And here are the details.
Tunc. Bymeby, bullocky vampas tappany bobs topside joss
pidgin fella Balkelly, archdruid of islish chinchinjoss in the his
heptachromatic sevenhued septicoloured roranyellgreenlindigan
mantle finish he show along the his mister guest Patholic with
alb belongahim the whose throat hum with of sametime all the his
cassock groaner fellas of greysfriaryfamily he fast all time what
time all him monkafellas with Same Patholic, quoniam, speeching,
yeh not speeching noh man liberty is, he drink up words, scilicet,
tomorrow till recover will not, all too many much illusiones
through photoprismic velamina of hueful panepiphanal world
spectacurum of Lord Joss, the of which zoantholitic furniture,
from mineral through vegetal to animal, not appear to full up to-
gether fallen man than under but one photoreflection of the
several iridals gradationes of solar light, that one which that part
of it (furnit of heupanepi world) had shown itself (part of fur of
huepanwor) unable to absorbere, whereas for numpa one pura-
duxed seer in seventh degree of wisdom of Entis-Onton he savvy
inside true inwardness of reality, the Ding hvad in idself id est,
all objects (of panepiwor) allside showed themselves in trues
coloribus resplendent with sextuple gloria of light actually re-
tained, untisintus, inside them (obs of epiwo). Rumnant Patholic,
stareotypopticus, no catch all that preachybook, utpiam, to-
morrow recover thing even is not, bymeby vampsybobsy tap-
panasbullocks topside joss pidginfella Bilkilly-Belkelly say pat-
fella, ontesantes, twotime hemhaltshealing, with other words
verbigratiagrading from murmurulentous till stridulocelerious in
a hunghoranghoangoly tsinglontseng while his comprehen-
durient, with diminishing claractinism, augumentationed himself
in caloripeia to vision so throughsighty, you anxioust melan-
cholic, High Thats Hight Uberking Leary his fiery grassbelong-
head all show colour of sorrelwood herbgreen, again, nigger-
blonker, of the his essixcoloured holmgrewnworsteds costume
the his fellow saffron pettikilt look same hue of boiled spinasses,
other thing, voluntary mutismuser, he not compyhandy the his
golden twobreasttorc look justsamelike curlicabbis, moreafter, to
pace negativisticists, verdant readyrainroof belongahim Exuber
High Ober King Leary very dead, what he wish to say, spit of
superexuberabundancy plenty laurel leaves, after that com-
mander bulopent eyes of Most Highest Ardreetsar King same
thing like thyme choppy upon parsley, alongsidethat, if please-
sir, nos displace tauttung, sowlofabishospastored, enamel Indian
gem in maledictive fingerfondler of High High Siresultan Em-
peror all same like one fellow olive lentil, onthelongsidethat, by
undesendas, kirikirikiring, violaceous warwon contusiones of
facebuts of Highup Big Cockywocky Sublissimime Autocrat, for
that with pure hueglut intensely saturated one, tinged uniformly,
allaroundside upinandoutdown, very like you seecut chowchow
of plentymuch sennacassia Hump cumps Ebblybally! Sukkot?
And here are the details.
Tunk. Bymeby, bullocky vamps tappany bobs topside josh pidgin fella Balkelly, archdruid of islish kinkinjosh in the his heptachromatic sevenhued septicoloured roranyellgreelindigan mantle finish he show along the his master guest Patholic with alb belongahim the whose throat hum with of sametime all the his cassock groaner fellas of greysfairyfamily he fast all time what time all him monkfellas with Same Patholic, quoniam, speeching, yeh not speeching no man liberty is, he drink up words, silicet, tomorrow til recover will not, all too many much illusiones through photoprismic velamina of hueful panepiphanal world spectacurum of Lord Joss, the of which zoantholitic furniture, from mineral through vegetal to animal, not appear to full up together fallen man than under but one photoreflection of the several iridals gradationes of solar light, that one which that part of it (furnit of heupanepi world) had shown itself (part of fur of huepanor) unable to absorber, whereas for numpa one puraduxed seer in seventh degree of wisdom of Entis-Onton he savvy inside true inwardness of reality, the Ding hvad in idself id est, all objects (of panepiwor) allside showed themselves in trues coloribue resplendent with sextuple gloria of light actually retained, untisintus, inside them (obs of epiwo). Rumnant Patholic, stareotypopticus, no catch all that preachybook, utpiam, tomorrow recover thing even is not, bymeby vampsybobsy tapanas bullocks topside josh pidginfella Bilkilly-Belkelly say patfella, ontesantes, twotime hemhaltshealing, with other words verbigratiagrading from murumurulentous till stridulocelerious in a hughorangoangolly tsinglontseng while his comprehendurient, with diminishing claractinism, augmentationed himself in caloripea to vision so thoroughsightly, you anxioust melancholic, High Thats Hight Uberking Leary his fiery grassbelonghead all show colour of sorrelwood herbgreen, again, niggerblonker, of the his essixcoloured holmgrenworsteds costume the his fellow saffron pettikilt look same hue of boiled spinasses, other thing, voluntary mutismuser, he not compyhandy the his golden twobreastorc look justsamelike curlicabbis, moreafter, to pace negativisticists, verdant readyrainroof belongahim Exuber High Ober King Leary very dead, what he wish to say, spit of superexuberancy plenty laurel leaves, after that commander bulopent eyes of Most Highest Ardreetsar King same thing like thyme choppy upon parsley, alongsidethat, if pleasesir, nos displace tauting, sowlofabishospastored, enamel Indian gem in maledictive fingerfondler of High High Siresultan Emperor all same like one fellow olive lentil, onthelongsidethat, by undesendas, kirkikirkiriking, violaceous warwon contusiones of facebuts of Highup Big Cockywocky Sublissimime Autocrat, for that with pure hueglut intensely saturated one, tinged uniformly, allaroundside upinanaboutdown, very like you seecut chowchow of plentymuch sennacassia HCE. Sukkot?
Tunc. Bymeby, bullocky vampas tappany bobs topside joss
pidgin fella Balkelly, archdruid of islish chinchinjoss in the his
heptachromatic sevenhued septicoloured roranyellgreenlindigan
mantle finish he show along the his mister guest Patholic with
alb belongahim the whose throat hum with of sametime all the his
cassock groaner fellas of greysfriaryfamily he fast all time what
time all him monkafellas with Same Patholic, quoniam, speeching,
yeh not speeching noh man liberty is, he drink up words, scilicet,
tomorrow till recover will not, all too many much illusiones
through photoprismic velamina of hueful panepiphanal world
spectacurum of Lord Joss, the of which zoantholitic furniture,
from mineral through vegetal to animal, not appear to full up to-
gether fallen man than under but one photoreflection of the
several iridals gradationes of solar light, that one which that part
of it (furnit of heupanepi world) had shown itself (part of fur of
huepanwor) unable to absorbere, whereas for numpa one pura-
duxed seer in seventh degree of wisdom of Entis-Onton he savvy
inside true inwardness of reality, the Ding hvad in idself id est,
all objects (of panepiwor) allside showed themselves in trues
coloribus resplendent with sextuple gloria of light actually re-
tained, untisintus, inside them (obs of epiwo). Rumnant Patholic,
stareotypopticus, no catch all that preachybook, utpiam, to-
morrow recover thing even is not, bymeby vampsybobsy tap-
panasbullocks topside joss pidginfella Bilkilly-Belkelly say pat-
fella, ontesantes, twotime hemhaltshealing, with other words
verbigratiagrading from murmurulentous till stridulocelerious in
a hunghoranghoangoly tsinglontseng while his comprehen-
durient, with diminishing claractinism, augumentationed himself
in caloripeia to vision so throughsighty, you anxioust melan-
cholic, High Thats Hight Uberking Leary his fiery grassbelong-
head all show colour of sorrelwood herbgreen, again, nigger-
blonker, of the his essixcoloured holmgrewnworsteds costume
the his fellow saffron pettikilt look same hue of boiled spinasses,
other thing, voluntary mutismuser, he not compyhandy the his
golden twobreasttorc look justsamelike curlicabbis, moreafter, to
pace negativisticists, verdant readyrainroof belongahim Exuber
High Ober King Leary very dead, what he wish to say, spit of
superexuberabundancy plenty laurel leaves, after that com-
mander bulopent eyes of Most Highest Ardreetsar King same
thing like thyme choppy upon parsley, alongsidethat, if please-
sir, nos displace tauttung, sowlofabishospastored, enamel Indian
gem in maledictive fingerfondler of High High Siresultan Em-
peror all same like one fellow olive lentil, onthelongsidethat, by
undesendas, kirikirikiring, violaceous warwon contusiones of
facebuts of Highup Big Cockywocky Sublissimime Autocrat, for
that with pure hueglut intensely saturated one, tinged uniformly,
allaroundside upinandoutdown, very like you seecut chowchow
of plentymuch sennacassia Hump cumps Ebblybally! Sukkot?
And here are the details.
Tunk. Bymeby, bullocky vamps tappany bobs topside josh pidgin fella Balkelly, archdruid of islish kinkinjosh in the his heptachromatic sevenhued septicoloured roranyellgreelindigan mantle finish he show along the his master guest Patholic with alb belongahim the whose throat hum with of sametime all the his cassock groaner fellas of greysfairyfamily he fast all time what time all him monkfellas with Same Patholic, quoniam, speeching, yeh not speeching no man liberty is, he drink up words, silicet, tomorrow til recover will not, all too many much illusiones through photoprismic velamina of hueful panepiphanal world spectacurum of Lord Joss, the of which zoantholitic furniture, from mineral through vegetal to animal, not appear to full up together fallen man than under but one photoreflection of the several iridals gradationes of solar light, that one which that part of it (furnit of heupanepi world) had shown itself (part of fur of huepanor) unable to absorber, whereas for numpa one puraduxed seer in seventh degree of wisdom of Entis-Onton he savvy inside true inwardness of reality, the Ding hvad in idself id est, all objects (of panepiwor) allside showed themselves in trues coloribue resplendent with sextuple gloria of light actually retained, untisintus, inside them (obs of epiwo). Rumnant Patholic, stareotypopticus, no catch all that preachybook, utpiam, tomorrow recover thing even is not, bymeby vampsybobsy tapanas bullocks topside josh pidginfella Bilkilly-Belkelly say patfella, ontesantes, twotime hemhaltshealing, with other words verbigratiagrading from murumurulentous till stridulocelerious in a hughorangoangolly tsinglontseng while his comprehendurient, with diminishing claractinism, augmentationed himself in caloripea to vision so thoroughsightly, you anxioust melancholic, High Thats Hight Uberking Leary his fiery grassbelonghead all show colour of sorrelwood herbgreen, again, niggerblonker, of the his essixcoloured holmgrenworsteds costume the his fellow saffron pettikilt look same hue of boiled spinasses, other thing, voluntary mutismuser, he not compyhandy the his golden twobreastorc look justsamelike curlicabbis, moreafter, to pace negativisticists, verdant readyrainroof belongahim Exuber High Ober King Leary very dead, what he wish to say, spit of superexuberancy plenty laurel leaves, after that commander bulopent eyes of Most Highest Ardreetsar King same thing like thyme choppy upon parsley, alongsidethat, if pleasesir, nos displace tauting, sowlofabishospastored, enamel Indian gem in maledictive fingerfondler of High High Siresultan Emperor all same like one fellow olive lentil, onthelongsidethat, by undesendas, kirkikirkiriking, violaceous warwon contusiones of facebuts of Highup Big Cockywocky Sublissimime Autocrat, for that with pure hueglut intensely saturated one, tinged uniformly, allaroundside upinanaboutdown, very like you seecut chowchow of plentymuch sennacassia HCE. Sukkot?
ties
Shoot.
Rhythm and Colour at Park Mooting. Peredos Last in the
Grand Natural. Velivision victor. Dubs newstage oldtime turf-
tussle, recalling Winny Willy Widger. Two draws. Heliotrope
leads from Harem. Three ties. Jockey the Ropper jerks Jake the
Rape. Paddrock and bookley chat.
Shoot.
Rhythm and Colour at Park Mooting. Peredoes Last in the Grand Natural. Velivision victor. Dubs newstage oldtime turftussle, recalling Winny Willy Widger. Two draws. Heliotrope leads from Harem. Three ties. Jockey the Ropper jerks Jake the Rape. Paddrock and bookley chat.
Rhythm and Colour at Park Mooting. Peredos Last in the
Grand Natural. Velivision victor. Dubs newstage oldtime turf-
tussle, recalling Winny Willy Widger. Two draws. Heliotrope
leads from Harem. Three ties. Jockey the Ropper jerks Jake the
Rape. Paddrock and bookley chat.
Shoot.
Rhythm and Colour at Park Mooting. Peredoes Last in the Grand Natural. Velivision victor. Dubs newstage oldtime turftussle, recalling Winny Willy Widger. Two draws. Heliotrope leads from Harem. Three ties. Jockey the Ropper jerks Jake the Rape. Paddrock and bookley chat.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Haven money
Muta: Quodestnunc fumusiste volhvuns ex Domoyno?
Juva: It is Old Head of Kettle puffing off the top of the mornin.
Muta: He odda be thorly well ashamed of himself for smoking
before the high host.
Juva: Dies is Dorminus master and commandant illy tono-
brass.
Muta: Diminussed aster! An I could peecieve amonkst the
gatherings who ever they wolk in process?
Juva: Khubadah! It is the Chrystanthemlander with his
porters of bonzos, pompommy plonkyplonk, the ghariwallahs,
moveyovering the cabrattlefield of slaine.
Muta: Pongo da Banza! An I would uscertain in druidful
scatterings one piece tall chap he stand one piece same place?
Juva: Bulkily: and he is fundementially theosophagusted over
the whorse proceedings.
Muta: Petrificationibus! O horild haraflare! Who his dickhuns
now rearrexes from undernearth the memorialorum?
Juva: Beleave filmly, beleave! Fing Fing! King King!
Muta: Ulloverum? Fulgitudo ejus Rhedonum teneat!
Juva: Rolantlossly! Till the tipp of his ziff. And the ubideintia
of the savium is our ervics fenicitas.
Muta: Why soly smiles the supremest with such for a leary on
his rugular lips?
Juva: Bitchorbotchum! Eebrydime! He has help his crewn on
the burkeley buy but he has holf his crown on the Eurasian
Generalissimo.
Muta: Skulkasloot! The twyly velleid is thus then paridi-
cynical?
Juva: Ut vivat volumen sic pereat pouradosus!
Muta: Haven money on stablecert?
Juva: Tempt to wom Outsider!
Muta: Suc? He quoffs. Wutt?
Juva: Sec! Wartar wartar! Wett.
Muta: Ad Piabelle et Purabelle?
Juva: At Winne, Woermann og Sengs.
Muta: So that when we shall have acquired unification we
shall pass on to diversity and when we shall have passed on to
diversity we shall have acquired the instinct of combat and when
we shall have acquired the instinct of combat we shall pass back to
the spirit of appeasement?
Juva: By the light of the bright reason which daysends to us
from the high.
Muta: May I borrow that hordwanderbaffle from you, old
rubberskin?
Juva: Here it is and I hope it's your wormingpen, Erinmonker!
Muta: Quodestnunce fumusist volvoons ex Domoyno?
Juva: It is Old Head of Kettle puffing off the top of the morning.
M: He odda be torly well ashamed of himself for smoking before the high host.
J: Dies is Dorminus master and commandant illy tonobrass.
M: Diminussed aster! An I could peeceive amonkst the gatherings who ever they wolk in process?
J: Khubadah! It is the Chrystanthemlander with his porters of bonzos, pompommy plonkyplonk, the ghariwallahs, moveyovering the cabrattlefield of slain.
M:Pongo da Banza! An I would uscertain in druidful scatterings one piece tall chap he stand one piece same place?
J: Bulkily: and he is fundamentially theosophagusted over the worse proceedings.
M:Petrificationabus! O horrild haraflare! Who his dickhuns now rearrexes from underneath the memorialorum?
J: Beleave filmly, beleave! Fing Fing! King King!
M: Ulloverum? Fulgitudo ehos Rhedonum tena!
J: Rolantlossly! Till the tip of his ziff. And the ubidienta of the savium is our ervics fenicitas.
M: Why solly smiles the supremest with such for a leary on his rugular lips?
J: Botchorbotchum! Eebrydime! He has help his crewn on the burkely buy but he has holf his crown on the Eurasian Generalissimo.
M: Skulkasloot! The twyly vellied is thus then paridicynical?
J:Ut vivat volumen sick periet pouradoshious!
M: Haven money on stablecert?
J: Tempt to woom Outsider!
M: Suck? He quoffs. What?
J: Seek! Wartar water! Wet.
M: Ad Piabelle et Plurabelle?
J: At Winne, Woermann og Sengs.
M: So that when we shall have acquired unification we shall pass on to diversity and when we shall have passed on to diversity we shall have acquired the instinct of combat and when we shall have acquired the instinct of combat we shall pass back to the spirit of appeasement?
J: By the light of the bright reason which daysends to us from the high.
M: May I borrow that hordwanderbaffle from you, old rubberskin?
J: Here it is and I hope it's your wormingpen, Erinmonker!
Juva: It is Old Head of Kettle puffing off the top of the mornin.
Muta: He odda be thorly well ashamed of himself for smoking
before the high host.
Juva: Dies is Dorminus master and commandant illy tono-
brass.
Muta: Diminussed aster! An I could peecieve amonkst the
gatherings who ever they wolk in process?
Juva: Khubadah! It is the Chrystanthemlander with his
porters of bonzos, pompommy plonkyplonk, the ghariwallahs,
moveyovering the cabrattlefield of slaine.
Muta: Pongo da Banza! An I would uscertain in druidful
scatterings one piece tall chap he stand one piece same place?
Juva: Bulkily: and he is fundementially theosophagusted over
the whorse proceedings.
Muta: Petrificationibus! O horild haraflare! Who his dickhuns
now rearrexes from undernearth the memorialorum?
Juva: Beleave filmly, beleave! Fing Fing! King King!
Muta: Ulloverum? Fulgitudo ejus Rhedonum teneat!
Juva: Rolantlossly! Till the tipp of his ziff. And the ubideintia
of the savium is our ervics fenicitas.
Muta: Why soly smiles the supremest with such for a leary on
his rugular lips?
Juva: Bitchorbotchum! Eebrydime! He has help his crewn on
the burkeley buy but he has holf his crown on the Eurasian
Generalissimo.
Muta: Skulkasloot! The twyly velleid is thus then paridi-
cynical?
Juva: Ut vivat volumen sic pereat pouradosus!
Muta: Haven money on stablecert?
Juva: Tempt to wom Outsider!
Muta: Suc? He quoffs. Wutt?
Juva: Sec! Wartar wartar! Wett.
Muta: Ad Piabelle et Purabelle?
Juva: At Winne, Woermann og Sengs.
Muta: So that when we shall have acquired unification we
shall pass on to diversity and when we shall have passed on to
diversity we shall have acquired the instinct of combat and when
we shall have acquired the instinct of combat we shall pass back to
the spirit of appeasement?
Juva: By the light of the bright reason which daysends to us
from the high.
Muta: May I borrow that hordwanderbaffle from you, old
rubberskin?
Juva: Here it is and I hope it's your wormingpen, Erinmonker!
Muta: Quodestnunce fumusist volvoons ex Domoyno?
Juva: It is Old Head of Kettle puffing off the top of the morning.
M: He odda be torly well ashamed of himself for smoking before the high host.
J: Dies is Dorminus master and commandant illy tonobrass.
M: Diminussed aster! An I could peeceive amonkst the gatherings who ever they wolk in process?
J: Khubadah! It is the Chrystanthemlander with his porters of bonzos, pompommy plonkyplonk, the ghariwallahs, moveyovering the cabrattlefield of slain.
M:Pongo da Banza! An I would uscertain in druidful scatterings one piece tall chap he stand one piece same place?
J: Bulkily: and he is fundamentially theosophagusted over the worse proceedings.
M:Petrificationabus! O horrild haraflare! Who his dickhuns now rearrexes from underneath the memorialorum?
J: Beleave filmly, beleave! Fing Fing! King King!
M: Ulloverum? Fulgitudo ehos Rhedonum tena!
J: Rolantlossly! Till the tip of his ziff. And the ubidienta of the savium is our ervics fenicitas.
M: Why solly smiles the supremest with such for a leary on his rugular lips?
J: Botchorbotchum! Eebrydime! He has help his crewn on the burkely buy but he has holf his crown on the Eurasian Generalissimo.
M: Skulkasloot! The twyly vellied is thus then paridicynical?
J:Ut vivat volumen sick periet pouradoshious!
M: Haven money on stablecert?
J: Tempt to woom Outsider!
M: Suck? He quoffs. What?
J: Seek! Wartar water! Wet.
M: Ad Piabelle et Plurabelle?
J: At Winne, Woermann og Sengs.
M: So that when we shall have acquired unification we shall pass on to diversity and when we shall have passed on to diversity we shall have acquired the instinct of combat and when we shall have acquired the instinct of combat we shall pass back to the spirit of appeasement?
J: By the light of the bright reason which daysends to us from the high.
M: May I borrow that hordwanderbaffle from you, old rubberskin?
J: Here it is and I hope it's your wormingpen, Erinmonker!
his
And anotherum. Ah ess, dapple ass! He will be longing after
the Grogram Grays. And, Weisingchetaoli, he will levellaut
ministel Trampleasure be. Sheflower Rosina, younger Sheflower
fruit Amaryllis, youngest flowerfruityfrond Sallysill or Sillysall.
And house with heaven roof occupanters they are continuatingly
attraverse of its milletestudinous windows, ricocoursing them-
selves, as staneglass on stonegloss, inplayn unglish Wynn's
Hotel. Brancherds at: Bullbeck, Oldboof, Sassondale, Jorsey
Uppygard, Mundelonde, Abbeytotte, Bracqueytuitte with Hoc-
keyvilla, Fockeyvilla, Hillewille and Wallhall. Hoojahoo mana-
gers the thingaviking. Obning shotly. When the messanger of
the risen sun, (see other oriel) shall give to every seeable a hue and
to every hearable a cry and to each spectacle his spot and to each
happening her houram. The while we, we are waiting, we are
waiting for. Hymn.
And anotherum. Ah ess, dapple ass! He will be longing after the Grogram Grays. And, Weisingchetaoli, he will levellaut ministel Trampleasure be. Sheflower Rosina, younger Sheflower fruit Amaryllis, youngest flowerfruityfrond Sallysill or Sillysall. And house with heaven roof occupanters they are continuatingly attraverse of its milletestudinous windows, rococoursing themselves, as stainglass on stonegloss, inplain unglish Wynn's Hotel. Brancherds at: Bullbeck, Oldboof, Sassondale, Jorsey Uppygard, Mundelonde, Abbeytotte, Bracqueytuitte with Hockeyvilla, Fockeyvilla, Hillewille and Wallhall. Hoojahoo managers the tingaviking. Obning shortly. When the messenger of the risen sun, (see other oriel) shall give to every seeable a hue and to every hearable a cry and to each spectacle his spot and to each happening her hour. The while we, we are waiting, we are waiting for. Hymn.
the Grogram Grays. And, Weisingchetaoli, he will levellaut
ministel Trampleasure be. Sheflower Rosina, younger Sheflower
fruit Amaryllis, youngest flowerfruityfrond Sallysill or Sillysall.
And house with heaven roof occupanters they are continuatingly
attraverse of its milletestudinous windows, ricocoursing them-
selves, as staneglass on stonegloss, inplayn unglish Wynn's
Hotel. Brancherds at: Bullbeck, Oldboof, Sassondale, Jorsey
Uppygard, Mundelonde, Abbeytotte, Bracqueytuitte with Hoc-
keyvilla, Fockeyvilla, Hillewille and Wallhall. Hoojahoo mana-
gers the thingaviking. Obning shotly. When the messanger of
the risen sun, (see other oriel) shall give to every seeable a hue and
to every hearable a cry and to each spectacle his spot and to each
happening her houram. The while we, we are waiting, we are
waiting for. Hymn.
And anotherum. Ah ess, dapple ass! He will be longing after the Grogram Grays. And, Weisingchetaoli, he will levellaut ministel Trampleasure be. Sheflower Rosina, younger Sheflower fruit Amaryllis, youngest flowerfruityfrond Sallysill or Sillysall. And house with heaven roof occupanters they are continuatingly attraverse of its milletestudinous windows, rococoursing themselves, as stainglass on stonegloss, inplain unglish Wynn's Hotel. Brancherds at: Bullbeck, Oldboof, Sassondale, Jorsey Uppygard, Mundelonde, Abbeytotte, Bracqueytuitte with Hockeyvilla, Fockeyvilla, Hillewille and Wallhall. Hoojahoo managers the tingaviking. Obning shortly. When the messenger of the risen sun, (see other oriel) shall give to every seeable a hue and to every hearable a cry and to each spectacle his spot and to each happening her hour. The while we, we are waiting, we are waiting for. Hymn.
please
But still. Ah diar, ah diar! And stay.
It was allso agreenable in our sinegear clutchless, touring the
no placelike no timelike absolent, mixing up pettyvaughan popu-
lose with the magnumoore genstries, lloydhaired mersscenary
blookers with boydskinned pigttetails and goochlipped gwendo-
lenes with duffyeyed dolores; like so many unprobables in their
poor suit of the improssable. With Mata and after please with
Matamaru and after please stop with Matamaruluka and after stop
do please with Matamarulukajoni.
But still. Ah dear, ah dier! And stay.
It was also agreenable in our sinegear clutchless, touring the no placelike no timelike absolent, mixing up pettyvaughan populose with the magnumoore genstries, lloydhaired mersscenary blockers with boydskinned pigtetails and goochlipped gwendolenes with duffyeyed dolores; like so many unprobables in their poor suit of the improssable. With Mata and after please with Matamaru and after please stop with Matamaruluka and after stop do please with Matamarulukajoni.
It was allso agreenable in our sinegear clutchless, touring the
no placelike no timelike absolent, mixing up pettyvaughan popu-
lose with the magnumoore genstries, lloydhaired mersscenary
blookers with boydskinned pigttetails and goochlipped gwendo-
lenes with duffyeyed dolores; like so many unprobables in their
poor suit of the improssable. With Mata and after please with
Matamaru and after please stop with Matamaruluka and after stop
do please with Matamarulukajoni.
But still. Ah dear, ah dier! And stay.
It was also agreenable in our sinegear clutchless, touring the no placelike no timelike absolent, mixing up pettyvaughan populose with the magnumoore genstries, lloydhaired mersscenary blockers with boydskinned pigtetails and goochlipped gwendolenes with duffyeyed dolores; like so many unprobables in their poor suit of the improssable. With Mata and after please with Matamaru and after please stop with Matamaruluka and after stop do please with Matamarulukajoni.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Three
Passing. One. We are passing. Two. From sleep we are pass-
ing. Three. Into the wikeawades warld from sleep we are passing.
Four. Come, hours, be ours!
Passing. One. We are passing. Two. From sleep we are passing. Three. Into the wikeawades world from sleep we are passing. Four. Come, hours, be ours!
ing. Three. Into the wikeawades warld from sleep we are passing.
Four. Come, hours, be ours!
Passing. One. We are passing. Two. From sleep we are passing. Three. Into the wikeawades world from sleep we are passing. Four. Come, hours, be ours!
over
Knightsmore. Haventyne?
Ha ha!
This Mister Ireland? And a live?
Ay, ay. Aye, aye, baas.
The cry of Stena chills the vitals of slumbring off the motther
has been pleased into the harms of old salaciters, meassurers
soon and soon, but the voice of Alina gladdens the cockly-
hearted dreamerish for that magic moning with its ching
chang chap sugay kaow laow milkee muchee bringing becker-
brose, the brew with the foochoor in it. Sawyest? Nodt? Nyets,
I dhink I sawn to remumb or sumbsuch. A kind of a thinglike
all traylogged then pubably it resymbles a pelvic or some kvind
then props an acutebacked quadrangle with aslant off ohahn-
thenth a wenchyoumaycuddler, lying with her royalirish upper-
shoes among the theeckleaves. Signs are on of a mere by token
that wills still to be becoming upon this there once a here was
world. As the dayeleyves unfolden them. In the wake of the
blackshape, Nattenden Sorte; whenat, hindled firth and hundled
furth, the week of wakes is out and over; as a wick weak woking
from ennemberable Ashias unto fierce force fuming, temtem
tamtam, the Phoenican wakes.
Knightsmore. Haventine?
Ha!
This Mister Ireland? And a live?
Ay. Baas.
The cry of Stena chills the vitals of slumbring off the mother has been pleased into the harms of old salaciters, measurers soon and soon, but the voice of Alina gladdens the cocklyhearted dreamerish for that magic moning with its king kang chap sugay kao lo milkee muchy bringing beckerbrose, the brew with the focuhoor in it. Sawyest? Not? Nyets, I dink I saw'n to remum or sumsutch. A kind of a thinglike all traylogged then pubably it resymbles a pelvic or some vind then props an acutebacked quadrangle with aslant off onantenth a wenchyoumaycuddler, lying with her royalirish uppershoes among the teckleaves. Signs are on of a mere by token that wills still to be becoming upon this there once a here was world. As the dayleaves unfolden them. In the wake of the blackshape, Nattenden Sorte; whenat, hindled firth and hundled forth, the week of wakes is out and over; as a weak weak woking from ennemberable Ashias unto fierce force fuming, temteem tamtame, the Phoenican wakes.
Ha ha!
This Mister Ireland? And a live?
Ay, ay. Aye, aye, baas.
The cry of Stena chills the vitals of slumbring off the motther
has been pleased into the harms of old salaciters, meassurers
soon and soon, but the voice of Alina gladdens the cockly-
hearted dreamerish for that magic moning with its ching
chang chap sugay kaow laow milkee muchee bringing becker-
brose, the brew with the foochoor in it. Sawyest? Nodt? Nyets,
I dhink I sawn to remumb or sumbsuch. A kind of a thinglike
all traylogged then pubably it resymbles a pelvic or some kvind
then props an acutebacked quadrangle with aslant off ohahn-
thenth a wenchyoumaycuddler, lying with her royalirish upper-
shoes among the theeckleaves. Signs are on of a mere by token
that wills still to be becoming upon this there once a here was
world. As the dayeleyves unfolden them. In the wake of the
blackshape, Nattenden Sorte; whenat, hindled firth and hundled
furth, the week of wakes is out and over; as a wick weak woking
from ennemberable Ashias unto fierce force fuming, temtem
tamtam, the Phoenican wakes.
Knightsmore. Haventine?
Ha!
This Mister Ireland? And a live?
Ay. Baas.
The cry of Stena chills the vitals of slumbring off the mother has been pleased into the harms of old salaciters, measurers soon and soon, but the voice of Alina gladdens the cocklyhearted dreamerish for that magic moning with its king kang chap sugay kao lo milkee muchy bringing beckerbrose, the brew with the focuhoor in it. Sawyest? Not? Nyets, I dink I saw'n to remum or sumsutch. A kind of a thinglike all traylogged then pubably it resymbles a pelvic or some vind then props an acutebacked quadrangle with aslant off onantenth a wenchyoumaycuddler, lying with her royalirish uppershoes among the teckleaves. Signs are on of a mere by token that wills still to be becoming upon this there once a here was world. As the dayleaves unfolden them. In the wake of the blackshape, Nattenden Sorte; whenat, hindled firth and hundled forth, the week of wakes is out and over; as a weak weak woking from ennemberable Ashias unto fierce force fuming, temteem tamtame, the Phoenican wakes.
have
It is a mere mienerism of this vague of visibilities, mark you,
as accorded to by moisturologist of the Brehons Assorceration for
the advauncement of scayence because, my dear, mentioning of
it under the breath, as in pure (what bunkum!) essenesse, there
have been disselving forenenst you just the draeper, the two
drawpers assisters and the three droopers assessors confraterni-
tisers. Who are, of course, Uncle Arth, your two cozes from
Niece and (kunject a bit now!) our own familiars, Billyhealy, Bally-
hooly and Bullyhowley, surprised in an indecorous position by
the Sigurd Sigerson Sphygmomanometer Society for bled-
prusshers.
It is a mere minerism of this vague of visibilities, mark you, as accorded to by moisturoligist of the Brehons Assorceration for the advauncement of sayence because, my dear, mentioning of it under the breath, as in pure (what bunkum!) esseness, there have been disselving forenenst you just the draper, the 2 drapers assisters and the 3 droopers assessors confraternitisers. Who are, of course, Uncle Arth, your 2 cozes from Niece and (cunject a bit now!) our own familiars, Billyhealy, Ballyhooly and Bullyhowley, surprised in an indecorous position by the Sigurd Sigerson Sphygmomanometer Society for bleedprusshers.
as accorded to by moisturologist of the Brehons Assorceration for
the advauncement of scayence because, my dear, mentioning of
it under the breath, as in pure (what bunkum!) essenesse, there
have been disselving forenenst you just the draeper, the two
drawpers assisters and the three droopers assessors confraterni-
tisers. Who are, of course, Uncle Arth, your two cozes from
Niece and (kunject a bit now!) our own familiars, Billyhealy, Bally-
hooly and Bullyhowley, surprised in an indecorous position by
the Sigurd Sigerson Sphygmomanometer Society for bled-
prusshers.
It is a mere minerism of this vague of visibilities, mark you, as accorded to by moisturoligist of the Brehons Assorceration for the advauncement of sayence because, my dear, mentioning of it under the breath, as in pure (what bunkum!) esseness, there have been disselving forenenst you just the draper, the 2 drapers assisters and the 3 droopers assessors confraternitisers. Who are, of course, Uncle Arth, your 2 cozes from Niece and (cunject a bit now!) our own familiars, Billyhealy, Ballyhooly and Bullyhowley, surprised in an indecorous position by the Sigurd Sigerson Sphygmomanometer Society for bleedprusshers.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
pleads
Blanchardstown mewspeppers pleads coppyl. Gracest good-
ness, heave mensy upponnus! Grand old Manbutton, give your
bowlers a rest!
Blankardstown mewspeppers pleads soppile. Gracest goodness, heave mensy upponus! Grand old Manbutton, give your bowlers a rest!
ness, heave mensy upponnus! Grand old Manbutton, give your
bowlers a rest!
Blankardstown mewspeppers pleads soppile. Gracest goodness, heave mensy upponus! Grand old Manbutton, give your bowlers a rest!
Solsking
Dayagreening gains in schlimninging. A summerwint spring-
falls, abated. Hail, regn of durknass, snowly receassing, thund
lightening thund, into the dimbelowstard departamenty whither-
out, soon hist, soon mist, to the hothehill from the hollow,
Solsking the Frist (attempted by the admirable Captive Bunting
and Loftonant-Cornel Blaire) will processingly show up above
Tumplen Bar whereupont he was much jubilated by Boerge-
mester "Dyk" ffogg of Isoles, now Eisold, looking most plussed
with (exhib 39) a clout capped sunbubble anaccanponied from
his bequined torse. Up.
Dayagreening gains in slimninging. A summerwint springfalls, abated. Hail, reign of durknass, snowly receassing, tund lightening tund, into the dimbelowstard departamenty whitherout, soon hist, soon mist, to the hottyhill from the hollow. Solsking the Frist (attempted by the admirable Captive Bunting and Loftonant-Cornel Blaire) will processingly show up above Tumplen Bar whereupont he was much jubilated by Beorgemester "Dyk" ffogg of Isoles, now Eisold, looking most plussed with (ex 39) a clout capped sunbubble anaccanponies from his bequined torse. Up.
falls, abated. Hail, regn of durknass, snowly receassing, thund
lightening thund, into the dimbelowstard departamenty whither-
out, soon hist, soon mist, to the hothehill from the hollow,
Solsking the Frist (attempted by the admirable Captive Bunting
and Loftonant-Cornel Blaire) will processingly show up above
Tumplen Bar whereupont he was much jubilated by Boerge-
mester "Dyk" ffogg of Isoles, now Eisold, looking most plussed
with (exhib 39) a clout capped sunbubble anaccanponied from
his bequined torse. Up.
Dayagreening gains in slimninging. A summerwint springfalls, abated. Hail, reign of durknass, snowly receassing, tund lightening tund, into the dimbelowstard departamenty whitherout, soon hist, soon mist, to the hottyhill from the hollow. Solsking the Frist (attempted by the admirable Captive Bunting and Loftonant-Cornel Blaire) will processingly show up above Tumplen Bar whereupont he was much jubilated by Beorgemester "Dyk" ffogg of Isoles, now Eisold, looking most plussed with (ex 39) a clout capped sunbubble anaccanponies from his bequined torse. Up.
incontigruity
And it's high tigh tigh. Titley hi ti ti. That my dig pressed in
your dag si. Gnug of old Gnig. Ni, gnid mig brawly! I bag your
burden. Mees is thees knees. Thi is Mi. We have caught one-
selves, Sveasmeas, in somes incontigruity coumplegs of heopon-
hurrish marrage from whose I most sublumbunate. A polog, my
engl! Excutes. Om still so sovvy. Whyle om till ti ti.
Ha!
And it's high tigh tee. Tightly hi tee tigh. That my dig pressed in your dag sigh. Nug of old Gnig. Nigh, nigh'd my brawly! I bag your burden. Mee's is thee's knees. Thi is Mi. We have caught oneselves, Sveasmeas, in somes incontigruity coumplegs of heoponhurrish marrage from whose I most sublumbunate. A polog, my angl! Excutes. Om still so sovvy. While om til tigh ti.
Ha!
your dag si. Gnug of old Gnig. Ni, gnid mig brawly! I bag your
burden. Mees is thees knees. Thi is Mi. We have caught one-
selves, Sveasmeas, in somes incontigruity coumplegs of heopon-
hurrish marrage from whose I most sublumbunate. A polog, my
engl! Excutes. Om still so sovvy. Whyle om till ti ti.
Ha!
And it's high tigh tee. Tightly hi tee tigh. That my dig pressed in your dag sigh. Nug of old Gnig. Nigh, nigh'd my brawly! I bag your burden. Mee's is thee's knees. Thi is Mi. We have caught oneselves, Sveasmeas, in somes incontigruity coumplegs of heoponhurrish marrage from whose I most sublumbunate. A polog, my angl! Excutes. Om still so sovvy. While om til tigh ti.
Ha!
Saturday, October 1, 2011
ablations
Bisships, bevel to rock's rite! Sarver buoy, extinguish! Nuota-
bene. The rare view from the three Benns under the bald heaven
is on the other end, askan your blixom on dimmen and blastun,
something to right hume about. They were erected in a purvious
century, as a hen fine coops and, if you know your Bristol and
have trudged the trolly ways and elventurns of that old cobbold
city, you will sortofficially scribble a mental Peny-Knox-Gore.
Whether they were franklings by name also has not been fully
probed. Their design is a whosold word and the charming de-
tails of light in dark are freshed from the feminiairity which
breathes content. O ferax cupla! Ah, fairypair! The first exploder
to make his ablations in these parks was indeed that lucky mortal
which the monster trial showed on its first day out. What will
not arky paper, anticidingly inked with penmark, push, per sample
prof, kuvertly falted, when style, stink and stigmataphoron are
of one sum in the same person? He comes out of the soil very
well after all just where Old Toffler is to come shuffling along-
soons Panniquanne starts showing of her peequuliar talonts.
Awaywrong wandler surking to a rightrare rute for his plain
utterrock sukes, appelled to by her fancy claddaghs. You plied
that pokar, gamesy, swell as aye did, while there were flickars
to the flores. He may be humpy, nay, he may be dumpy but there
is always something racey about, say, a sailor on a horse. As soon
as we sale him geen we gates a sprise! He brings up tofatufa and
that is how we get to Missas in Massas. The old Marino tale. We
veriters verity notefew demmed lustres priorly magistrite maxi-
mollient in ludubility learned. Facst. Teak off that wise head!
Great sinner, good sonner, is in effect the motto of the Mac-
Cowell family. The gloved fist (skrimmhandsker) was intraduced
into their socerdatal tree before the fourth of the twelfth and it
is even a little odd all four horolodgeries still gonging restage
Jakob van der Bethel, smolking behing his pipe, with Essav of
Messagepostumia, lentling out his borrowed chafingdish, before
cymbaloosing the apostles at every hours of changeover. The
first and last rittlerattle of the anniverse; when is a nam nought a
nam whenas it is a. Watch! Heroes' Highway where our fleshers
leave their bonings and every bob and joan to fill the bumper fair.
It is their segnall for old Champelysied to seek the shades of his
retirement and for young Chappielassies to tear a round and tease
their partners lovesoftfun at Finnegan's Wake.
Biships, bevel to rock's rite! Sarvar buoy, extinguish! Notabene. The rare view from the 3 Benns under the bald heaven is on the other end, askan your blicksome on dimmen and blastun, something to right hume about. They were erected in a pervious century, as a hen fine coops and, if you know your Bristol and have trudged the trolly ways and elventurns of that old cobbold city, wou will sortofficially scribble a mental Peny-Knox-Gore. Whether they were franklings by name also has not been fully probed. Their design is a whosold word and the charming details of light in dark are freshed from the feminiarity which breathes content. O ferax culpa! Ah fairypair! The first exploder to make his ablations in this parks was indeed that lucky mortal which the monster trial showed on its first day out. What will not arky papter, anticidingly inked with penmark, push, per sample proof, cuvertly failed, when style, stink and stigmataphron are of one sum in the same person? He comes out of the soil very well after all just where Old Toffler is to come shuffling alongsoons Panniquanne starts showing of her peequilar talonts. Awaywrong wandler surking to a rightrare route for his plain utterrock sukes, appelled to by her fancy claddaghs. You plied that poker, gamesy, swell as aye did, while there were flickers to the floors. He may be humpy, nay, he may be dumpy but there is always something racey about, say, a sailor on a horse. As soon as we sale him geen we gates a surprise! He brings up tofatufa and that is how we get to Missas in Massas. The old Marino tale. We veriters verity notefew demmed lustres priorly magistrite maximollient in ludubility learned. Fast. Teak off that wise head! Great sinner, good sonner, is in effect the motto of the MacCowell family. The gloved fist (skrimmhandsker) was intraduced into their sacerdatal tree before the 4th of the 12th and it is even a little odd all four horolodgeries still gonging restage Jakob van der Bethel, smolking behing his pipe, with Essav of Messageposturnia, lentling out his burrowed chafingdish, before cymbaloosing the apostles at every hours of changeover. The first and last rittlerattle of the anniverse; when is a name nought a name whenas it is a. Watch! Heroes' Highway where our fleshers leave their bonings and every bob and joan to fill the bumper fair. It is their segnall for old Champelsied to seek the shades of his retirement and for young Chappielassies to tear a round and tease their partners lovesoftfun at Finnegan's Wake.
bene. The rare view from the three Benns under the bald heaven
is on the other end, askan your blixom on dimmen and blastun,
something to right hume about. They were erected in a purvious
century, as a hen fine coops and, if you know your Bristol and
have trudged the trolly ways and elventurns of that old cobbold
city, you will sortofficially scribble a mental Peny-Knox-Gore.
Whether they were franklings by name also has not been fully
probed. Their design is a whosold word and the charming de-
tails of light in dark are freshed from the feminiairity which
breathes content. O ferax cupla! Ah, fairypair! The first exploder
to make his ablations in these parks was indeed that lucky mortal
which the monster trial showed on its first day out. What will
not arky paper, anticidingly inked with penmark, push, per sample
prof, kuvertly falted, when style, stink and stigmataphoron are
of one sum in the same person? He comes out of the soil very
well after all just where Old Toffler is to come shuffling along-
soons Panniquanne starts showing of her peequuliar talonts.
Awaywrong wandler surking to a rightrare rute for his plain
utterrock sukes, appelled to by her fancy claddaghs. You plied
that pokar, gamesy, swell as aye did, while there were flickars
to the flores. He may be humpy, nay, he may be dumpy but there
is always something racey about, say, a sailor on a horse. As soon
as we sale him geen we gates a sprise! He brings up tofatufa and
that is how we get to Missas in Massas. The old Marino tale. We
veriters verity notefew demmed lustres priorly magistrite maxi-
mollient in ludubility learned. Facst. Teak off that wise head!
Great sinner, good sonner, is in effect the motto of the Mac-
Cowell family. The gloved fist (skrimmhandsker) was intraduced
into their socerdatal tree before the fourth of the twelfth and it
is even a little odd all four horolodgeries still gonging restage
Jakob van der Bethel, smolking behing his pipe, with Essav of
Messagepostumia, lentling out his borrowed chafingdish, before
cymbaloosing the apostles at every hours of changeover. The
first and last rittlerattle of the anniverse; when is a nam nought a
nam whenas it is a. Watch! Heroes' Highway where our fleshers
leave their bonings and every bob and joan to fill the bumper fair.
It is their segnall for old Champelysied to seek the shades of his
retirement and for young Chappielassies to tear a round and tease
their partners lovesoftfun at Finnegan's Wake.
Biships, bevel to rock's rite! Sarvar buoy, extinguish! Notabene. The rare view from the 3 Benns under the bald heaven is on the other end, askan your blicksome on dimmen and blastun, something to right hume about. They were erected in a pervious century, as a hen fine coops and, if you know your Bristol and have trudged the trolly ways and elventurns of that old cobbold city, wou will sortofficially scribble a mental Peny-Knox-Gore. Whether they were franklings by name also has not been fully probed. Their design is a whosold word and the charming details of light in dark are freshed from the feminiarity which breathes content. O ferax culpa! Ah fairypair! The first exploder to make his ablations in this parks was indeed that lucky mortal which the monster trial showed on its first day out. What will not arky papter, anticidingly inked with penmark, push, per sample proof, cuvertly failed, when style, stink and stigmataphron are of one sum in the same person? He comes out of the soil very well after all just where Old Toffler is to come shuffling alongsoons Panniquanne starts showing of her peequilar talonts. Awaywrong wandler surking to a rightrare route for his plain utterrock sukes, appelled to by her fancy claddaghs. You plied that poker, gamesy, swell as aye did, while there were flickers to the floors. He may be humpy, nay, he may be dumpy but there is always something racey about, say, a sailor on a horse. As soon as we sale him geen we gates a surprise! He brings up tofatufa and that is how we get to Missas in Massas. The old Marino tale. We veriters verity notefew demmed lustres priorly magistrite maximollient in ludubility learned. Fast. Teak off that wise head! Great sinner, good sonner, is in effect the motto of the MacCowell family. The gloved fist (skrimmhandsker) was intraduced into their sacerdatal tree before the 4th of the 12th and it is even a little odd all four horolodgeries still gonging restage Jakob van der Bethel, smolking behing his pipe, with Essav of Messageposturnia, lentling out his burrowed chafingdish, before cymbaloosing the apostles at every hours of changeover. The first and last rittlerattle of the anniverse; when is a name nought a name whenas it is a. Watch! Heroes' Highway where our fleshers leave their bonings and every bob and joan to fill the bumper fair. It is their segnall for old Champelsied to seek the shades of his retirement and for young Chappielassies to tear a round and tease their partners lovesoftfun at Finnegan's Wake.
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