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Just posting the words of James Joyce, that's me.
But there's a
little lady waiting and her name is A.L.P.
December 8, 2025 at 10:53 PM
Ware!
December 8, 2025 at 10:53 PM
The bane of Tut is on it.
December 8, 2025 at 10:52 PM
Neither
mar his mound!
December 8, 2025 at 10:52 PM
And let him
rest, thou wayfarre, and take no gravespoil from him!
December 8, 2025 at 10:52 PM
Bulk him no bulkis.
December 8, 2025 at 10:51 PM
Ogrowdnyk's beyond her-
bata tay, wort of the drogist.
December 8, 2025 at 10:51 PM
plead for Morandmor! Notre Dame de la
Ville
mercy of thy balmheartzyheat!
December 8, 2025 at 10:51 PM
Wery weeny wight,
December 8, 2025 at 10:50 PM
when Tinktink in the churchclose clinked

Steploajazzyma Sunday, Sola
with pawns, prelates and pookas

pelotting in her piecebag, for Handiman the Chomp, Esquoro,
biskbask, to crush the slander's head.
December 8, 2025 at 10:49 PM
and spudds on
horeilles and
a
circusfix riding her
Parisienne's cockneze,
a
vaunt her straddle
from Equerry Egon,
November 21, 2025 at 7:45 AM
specks on her eyeux,
November 21, 2025 at 7:44 AM
with her louisequean's brogues and her culunder buzzle and her
little bolero boa and all and two times twenty curlicornies for her
headdress,
November 21, 2025 at 7:44 AM
the gorg-

gony old dan world, in gogor's name, for gagar's sake,

dragging

the countryside in her train, finickin here and funickin
there,
November 21, 2025 at 7:44 AM
stood forth, burnzburn
November 21, 2025 at 7:43 AM
(ur, uri, uria!)
November 21, 2025 at 7:43 AM
some such time that she shall have been after

hiding
the crumbends
of his enormousness
in the areyou looking-
for Pearlfar sea,
November 21, 2025 at 7:43 AM
she

who will not rast her from her running to seek him till,

with the

help of the okeamic,
November 21, 2025 at 7:43 AM
she who shuttered him after

his fall and waked him widowt sparing and gave him keen

and

made him able and held adazillahs to each arche of his
noes,
November 21, 2025 at 7:42 AM
(and if she is older now than her teeth she has hair that

is younger than thighne, my dear!)
November 21, 2025 at 7:42 AM
cadet and prim, the hungray and
anngreen
November 21, 2025 at 7:41 AM
she who had given his eye for

her bed and a tooth for a child till one one and one ten

and one

hundred again, O me and O ye !
November 8, 2025 at 8:31 PM
It is looking

pretty black against you, we suggest, Sheem avick.
October 26, 2025 at 9:13 PM
Let me see.
October 26, 2025 at 9:12 PM
I advise you

to conceal yourself, my little friend, as I have said a

moment

ago and put your hands in my hands and have a
nightslong

homely little confiteor about things.
October 26, 2025 at 9:12 PM