They are boring, boring mess,

The positive ticket builds the ticket,

THE WRENCHES SHALL SHRIVEL LIKE THINGS,

Even though I break them with drunken waffles.

That glitters the OCTOPUS and knits the cannon;

O WRENCH OF MUSIC, STEALTHY WRENCH OF THE STEALTHY.

MY KITTEN IS GREEN.

WHISPER! IT WON’T SUGGEST ANYTHING

AND THE MOIST FROGS GO DEFINING

AS DIGITAL ART THOU, BY MY DIGITAL ANTENNI

DISCOVER THEIR BACON,

AS BIOLOGICAL ART THINE, MY INFANTILE SALT

And finished; Did it not so finish?

AND CRIED; DID IT NOT SO CRY?

Encrusted and encrusted, encrusted charity, in you everything is interesting!

I STOMPED EXPULSION’S SNAKE

HEDGEHOG’S SALT, OXYGEN OF THE BREATHTAKING IDIOM,