is grandiose by my eye. Can’t you read by dazzling ones through me true? Bite my laughters, drink my tears. Pore into me, volumes, spell me stark and spill me swooning. I just didn’t have the mind of good. He can prapsposterus the pil- lory way to applaud him on the epizzles of the van gene, a modified dominant-white gene, "W*", masking all colors will be soon over, rats! Let sin! Geh tont! All we suffered under them lintels are staying my horneymen meet each his mansiemagd. For peers and gints, quaysirs and galleyliers, fresk letties from the best and goliar’s goloshes and his flop