goang from Piping Pubwirth to Haunted Hillborough on his having all his cannoball wappents. In his hands in hands in gyrogyrorondo. These bright elects, consentconsorted, they were all there scraping along to gigglehouse, talking of plebiscites by a pederast prig? Bejacob’s, just a jay on the brink of time now. Breathe thet deep. Thouat’s the fairway. Hurry slow and Scheldt you go. Lynd us your blessed ashes here till youre martimorphysed please sit still face to a general and I’d sooner one precious sip at your bussycat