Fell in again

[Iris Sirius]

Fan again, begone a bog in't's bone. Aboot Tron times meZone, atwone
sniffingly dusting the quarteers of mindfullnessmess, hench obloovious to
makewaters that swem belly-oop beyonder the seaintient wells of mustery
mighty smitesthome intendences.

Nuttins to gatte yet Druidikal breezlings like stars madest maddest leaves
of oakendome, the pletherodome winding thrown-upping the cosmautikal,
crosscaking it, silencing, tisk quite beneens the sands, and suns, them
whims of time.

Gracias. Gracelenity mee unnerlate grungcle Jim's fullest of flame, wrapped
hess head in thot cell-of-fame.  Wez ded.  Perparred im for the Canine
cruising aboov.  Offie-woof he go.  No schooner layator, so heesaws.
Fullogamus.  Beerzies in hanzies.  Wits all bown bowed in his gown crossing
that throttle of his.  We cheeriquate the boggles of mummoree.
Violecheers, upward ee edds.  Say goodday to them starzoppin fesh, lawddie.
On Sun, Feb 24, 2013 at 5:42 PM, Josepeh Tracy <brook7 at sover.net> wrote:

> following the fine rarity and exemplarity of 2 Bekahs, one realated by
> blood and one by book, I started reading Joyce again again
> I got inspired what with the wordy darty druids and witty  oned rings
> whiling white as snow  around the wee wood hut , and wood in the stove and
> all.  So as long as the Bushmills Black seems  half fuller than MTV  I
> thought I'd mistook Some Wakeful jiminy puzzlements  and pizzle monts and
> tryagain some Finnegan.
>
> It bends the brain but pleasantly and  and I'm a slow learner but speedier
> as I wake.    To put it plain I get butt a bit,   but sure  there's some
> funny bones buried but peeping with high hilarity in this hill  of
> skeletons. Hear a legendary clavicle, their a toothsome skull sculling
> along in a well-skinned coracle.  And I too am unbored for as long as I
> lass with  the wind.
>
>
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