elesterion.

    -- Perseping offerings, balls of salt, solid gold serpents, fig branches, figs.

    -- ory dancing. All the women drunk.

    -- Dancing ures of barley, er, mint --

    -- Knohings unspeakable --

    -- Still, all I ed to do tle krummtle krummhorn once in a while.

    -- Can open graves, properly played.

    -- I was never good. Never really good.

    -- ice?

    -- And your clavier.

    -- Momma didnt low clavier.

    -- t it er leas know.

    -- hem, mommas.

    -- I mean t all, felt it all. Spilled t buckets of muselling t  number the scale of all husbands. . .

    -- tossed tle bombita no to keep oes.

    -- oes, spent oes, the grease.

    -- e said  going to do Daddy.

    -- I forgot.

    -- Old Momma.

    -- ell, its not easy, conducting teries. Its not easy, making the corn grow.

    -- Asparagus too.

    -- I couldnt do it.

    -- I couldnt do it.

    -- Momma could do it.

    -- Momma.

    -- Luckily .

    -- And Susie.

    -- Our Susie.

    -- Our darling.

    -- Our pride.

    -- Our passion.

    -- I o tell you somete Report. Sed to know why.

    -- o complain? o complain, when fiends have worsened your life?

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    -- But per not to complain, ing t Stoics, Epictetus and so on, just zip into a bar and lift a feening to t-we-shark, knife, music.

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