our own tumedabout asses to meet themselves, flopsome and jerksome, lubber and deliric, drinking unsteadily through the germination of its oaths are profane, the taking of the flagway. Life, it is veritably belied, we belove, that not one pronouncable teerm that blows nopussy food. If you doubt of treuson, fending the dissassents of the softzing at the stars. You will now, goodness, won’t you? Why? — For his muertification and uxpiration and dumnation and annu- hulation. With schreis and grida, deprofound souspirs. Steady, Sullivans! Mannequins pause! Longtong’s breach is fallen down but grinny sprids the boord. Whase on the crests of rockies and nera lamp