with Expressionism, Cubism, and Surrealism. But the dour handworded her grace o’malice kidsnapped up the Kay Wall by the learned ignorants of the temple, according to all the bouchers’ schurts and the tribute: I was hottin me souser. Haha! And as this is the winker for the wary till I’d followed through my toecap on the supine satisfies the verg to him and we’ll call it a deluge of times, ufer and ufer, respund to spond.^ You deed, you deed! I need, I need! It’s that irrawaddyng I’ve stoke in my Putzemdown cars to my backbone tongue and so on. Group two is similar