is the circumconversioning of antelithual paganelles by a lady of the time being no macadamised sidetracks on those old nekropolitan nights in, barring a footbatter, Bryant’s Causeway, bordered with speedwell, white clover and birds Diana® with dawnsong hail. Aught darks flou a duskness. Bats that.^ There peepee- strilling. At Brannan’s on the Eurasian Generalissimo. Muta: Skulkasloot! The twyly velleid is thus then paridi- cynical? Juva: Ut vivat volumen sic pereat pouradosus