Finnegan's Wake by Way of Spell Check and Otters http://www.alansondheim.org/riverrun.jpg Honey Bun, past Sue's and Tommy's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodious virus of emphesema back to Wow! - How to make a Castle and Environs. Sir Marts, viler dames, forever the short sea, had passes core rear rived from North armor on this side the craggy isthmus of Europe Minor to wielder fight his pen oh no against itself (I mean the Cross-pen pen) war: nor had top sawyer's rocks by the stream o cone exaggerated salsaTVs to Laurels County's gorgeing while they went doubling their jumper all the time: nor voice from afire bellow sed mitzvah mitzvahs to coughing it out Pattyrichlyyou? deserved: not yet, though venereal after, had a kids cad butt ended a bland old Isaacs: not yet, though mall's fair in Vanessa, were Susie Ether broth with tone handles. Rot a peck of DA's malt had or brewed by arc light and Roxy end to the Reigning Forehead was to be seen on the . The fall (oy vwehs !) of a once Bering Strait Feldspar is petaled early in bed and later on life down through all Christ Ian musicSickery. The great fall of the off the wall entailed at such short notice the Oy again! of Finnegan, Erase the solid man, that the bumpy of hums the elf sends an questionable one well to the west in quest of his bumpy learn to dance!: and their learn Bumpy learn to point!! is at the knock out in the park where oranges have been laid to rust upon the green since Deck the Halls etc. - linseed oil, it's Chanukah!!! loved Livy and other Rhode Island historians.. UP What clashes here of wills , Hustling Clods! Gagging fishy-gods! Bark Block Catechism Creek! Kay Kay! ALU ALU ALU! What on Earth?!!! Where the Buddies partisans are still out to Chromaster Maintone Your granaries and the Virtue hath no bounds! clysmivcc pelting the Cheese out of the Wheat of Head. A Sung Plate! and And bouncing Strum!. Sod's brood, be me fear! GELatin!!!, save! Arms with larks, appalling. Cutely=CPU-cute- silly: a toll, a toll. What chance Willy, what cashiers aired and ventilated! What Ogglation! Spewed by what Altoona-solvers! What true feeling for their's hay air with what strong wrong rung thong bung! voice of false jitney!! O here here how Beth met the Husky the father of Foreign Agents but, (O my shining stars and body!) how hath Brain ain-spun most high heaven the Skype me later, will you?? of soft advertisement! But was Io? sexsuet? Ere were sewers? The oaks of Al now they lie in peat yet elms leap where askes lay. Arks! Arcangels! if you but will, rise you must: and none so soon either shall the Pearce for the ounce come to a letdown secular Kleenex!. Brewmistress Finnegan, of the Stuttering Hand, seemen' MaxedRed, lived in the broadest way mimehihugely big in his Russian Literature two for one! - back for sausages before Gosh! judges had given us numbers or Popular Printing Font committed Due to me (one tomrrmmyrot! he starstruck = ouch!!! blork his in a tub for to Witch the future of his fates but ere he swiftly it out again, by the might of , the very w was a formulation of tiny animals and all the Goodness! had met their exodus so that ought to show you what a Pentagram! chap he was!) and during mighty odd years this man of cement and - in Roping's piled naughtyword supra - another naughtyword pop the banks for the livers by the more bling to come!. He addle roofie! Annie the little beautiful woman like Aphorrodite or Marilyn Monroe. Wither hare in Hondas tuck up your part Tao Jones. Oftwhile bases loaded! and, rstocky and meteoric rise ahead, with goodly trowel in grasp and My name is James Joyce overalls which I brilliant wrote while A Wake! A Wake! fondly, like Hairy childldish The Birth of Egg, by J. J. he would calculate by tiny male and female children- legs the all tine forks or enormous confusions and Mall Stores until he seesaw by neatlight of the liquor where twin 'twas born, his roundhead staple of other days to rise in undress larceny bedsteads (Muscovite (it's a thing!!)!), a Well's worth of water of a ski slope of most eyeful hoyth thought "what" would , good grief, a train, A TRAIN!!!, frozn wit waste from UP next to nothing and laitinate him or her malayas the himals and all, Hi! Steve! - titiptitoploftical, with a burning bush Robert off its Cicada and with Walking through Cheyenne on a cold fall night Oscillations of the worst sort up and tumbles slump trucks potteries and skydivers- ing down. Of the first was he to bare arms and a name: JimBob Boos- Bobjim of my unbelievably endless Booke The Auncient. His crest of long feathers suitable for mating, in Vera with Uncle Larry, Troubedour, ardent, a heck of a piece of grain, O Sweetheart!, horrid, horned. His Spunk*** messed, with archers strung, snail-like, of the second. Clutch is for husbandman handling his hoe. HEE HEE oh god not more of this, Mister Finn, you're going to be Mister Accept O Literate !! Comedy dorm and, O, you're vine! A smorgasbord of new words to be inserted eve and, ah, you're vinegar! Mister Mistress Myne!, Mister Ropes and Twines and Circuits and a Line, you're going to be fined again! What then silver brought about that tragoady caves! this municipal sin business? Our sweetbed still rocks as fearwetness to the thunder of his suckdog but we hear also through successive ages that Shrubbery Cords! Whips! of unbelievable slurps and growlings! that would blackguardise the rearlly warm the heartstoned ever muddle huddle out of heaven. Stay us wherefore in our search for mighty mess!, O SUSANNA! Come to ME! stainer, what time we rise and when we take up to tooth-muck and before we lump down uptown our lateredhered bed and in the night and at the fading of the stars! For a nod to the nubble is better than wink to the wet secentings!. Otherways even wetter now! like that provost scoffing scoobies the jewel and the silky damp underswear of the sea! sea. Cropherb the crunch-bracken shall decide. Then we'll know if the feast is a close your fly! She has a gift of seek on site and she opens it again ooooohhhh helpers, the seemingly misfired here. Heed! Heed! It may half been a giddy missile brick, as some say, or it fought have been due to a sluprrping of his backside promises, as others looked at it. (There swollen by now one thousand and one stories, all told, of the same). But so sore did really swollen no really really swollen eerily holy subbles, (what with the wallhall's horrors of rolls royces rights, carhacks, snack- bottoms, barbells and margueritas!) that it all crunched hunched down in the end! ... _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list NetBehaviour@lists.netbehaviour.org https://lists.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
