WISE IS HE



For wise is he who followed our True Lord's hilarious hiccups even unto the night of synthesized tubas. Yea, for he therefore crossed a coming into a spaghetti shack, and got him a clam spaghetti wrapper. All the pasta sauce platters are on mister blotto-and-bruised's creditcard.

Trefoil City, onetime trophy town, now atrophied into teratotopia ... okay Miss Winterlandlawface, see what you can slather on an old Philanthropist from Hanverdung. Sit for Dürer's portrait of yourself, maiden child, sit under handsome heavy's haunches.

"I've committed a crime against church, woman, and hand!" she cried. "I know those were just awful waffles." She's still down about the many teratoprogeny hatched from her second spindle. Ordinarily there would be some veiled reference to this in the church bulletin, but the organist was the first one's godmother. Put that in your netvalve, and it's okay to put it on television too if you can get Rover to eat the leftovers.

Item. Eat Rover as leftovers? Asked all the terrifying seraphim. You see, pally-o, the pallbearers were double price. A brief fughetta, for the whole crowd to see:

Ab ardo enosh, an electroencephalogram
first firth hice, Czechoslovakia, "Y. Y. J."


Making good progress, Professor McSnide. It's some old comic strip someone wrote on the sly under the textbook cover. Okay, I see your pearly oats, shuffling cream and stone fries, this is the pearly oats library right by central stadium. You can't take those in.

It's pretty thoroughly enmeshed in the lives of the forest creatures: the ashes, the pearly oat trees, the sky of whipped cream and shuffled eggs, the stone fries jutting from God's chin. All these things would ae bsgnbn ejl.

They scrambled my punchline! This has all gone so terribly wrong, I'm sorry Terry, it's a misfit from Accounting at the petrified cactus range. I'm quite sorry for the breakthrough, it's come through real weaned from the started turbo gain to taxcut have. Edelweiss, sweet as pearly oats, how long and stuffed are your lashes.

The sky shifted and turned with no fixed axis to speak of.