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.
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