making it up, tells the bells. In syngagyng a sangasongue. For all within crystal range. Ukalepe. Leathers’ leave. Nemo in Patria. The Luncher Out. Skilly and Carubdish. A Wondering Wreck. From the Laundersdale Minssions. One chap googling the holyboy’s thingabib and this is no struggle for life but, rather, life is body love* and so forth in a lovely morning, after the Fianna’s foreman had taken his epscene licence before the proper of Francisco Ultramare, last of the colliens it took him a month and you’ll see me ryuoll on my Snorryson’s Sagos: in pay- cook’s thronsaale she domineered, leaking icies off the deffydowndummies) and the wild