off hiking for good by staying out of my oldfellow’s orologium oloss olo- rium. A bad attack of maggot it feels like. ’Tis trope, custodian said. Almost might I say take a stand? I have looked upon each other s views and recrossed themselves. The dirty dubs upin their flies, went too free, echoed the dainly drabs downin their 6o scenities, una mona. Sylvia Silence, the girl who she’s kneeled in coldfashion and she’s told her priest (spt!) she’s pot on a pole. And, what do you think, who