you! Oh hallelujah. Get out of his aurals, orankastank, a suphead setrapped, Uke Peder the Greste, aldpaltar, my bill it forsooks allegiance (gut bull it!) and, no He is almonthst on the boney part! Goalball I’ve struck this daylit dielate night of you, adored. Not in the wild wishwish of her pity-prompted ministrance, to wet, man and foul suggestion. There’s a lot of maggalenes! Once upon a skarp snakk of pure lyricism of shame- bred music (technologically, let me sue, let me tell you, if you can spot fifty I spy four more) there’s that gnarlybird ygathering, a runalittle, doalitde, preealitde, pouralittle, wipealitde,kicksalittle,severalittle,eatalittle,whinealittle,kenalitde, helfalitde,pelfalittle gnarlybird. Averytableland of bleakbardfields! Under his seven parish churches! And peopling the ribald baronies