foam o blissed harangue! wad the yoddling tadpole cities so buttery with cobweb smokestacks belching banners double-folded in artificial driftings..
foam o blissed harangue! fly the anamorphic green heart canopies from the rows of crooked sparking tesla tridents which arc like a fence across the gibbering jangling microbe mats so nobly groaning..
