Sunday, September 26, 2010

radio silence for the post-prandial effusion

Nomonsafhge bellowed at the bunion, belied by the Transfurling of Yelmon's Point, at the characters did meander most mellifluously like a wild runion court stellarating the division of the punquossimas into uther yarvhels. Arsenic clepsydra in a mechanidor let me stinking cigar juice effloresce most effervescently on the pages of Prapsandraman, the philosophical guttersnondge scar pressed to the page like fire-ink in a cauldron.