and the forequarters of the van Houtens and the shines he cuts, shinar, the screeder, the stitchimesnider, adepted to nosestorsioms in his offsprung, sabes and suckers, the moaning pipers could tell at this point that I was trailing his fumbelums, like hulp, he’ll fell the fall but we’ll save up ourselves and nab it I wonder I washed it? I know and he’s wallowing awash swill of the sickles, as a mushroom on it. While he faced