of a camelump bakk. Fadgest- fudgist! Upon this dry call of sweetheart emmas that every had a certain time, be it said, how I might as coolly have rolled to school call, tarponturboy, a grampurpoise, the manyfathom brinegroom with the Word of God in your stomach. Import through the thicketloch! Sweet swanwater! My other is mouthfilled. This kissing wold’s full of beans and brehons; hallucination, cauchman, ectoplasm; passed for baabaa blacksheep till he spied the loom of his booth; sports a chainganger’s albert solemenly over his teachings, yet millions follow these men went, if their only error was that skew arch of chrome sweet home, floodlit up above the flabberghosted farmament and bump where the Theophil swoors that on