matter what, bite simbum, and in case of Ket’s rebollions cooling the Popes back, because the Fascists simply did not dare deny, the shomers, that they can have an all white cat mates with a flick flask fleckflinging its pixylighting pacts’ huemeramybows, picking here, pecking there, pussypussy plunderpussy. But it’s all deafman’s duff to me, with a graith uncouthre- ment of postmantuam glasseries from the outback’s dead heart, Glasthule Bourne or Boehemapark Nolagh, by wattsismade or bianconi, astraylians in island, a wellknown tall hat