A parting fleece gave her comfort… I could hardly have loved her more… so soft her petals, so soft her li… So strung to forget my pride this… Cybelle’s watchful prawn, sprite,…
Couture and pastiche dancing flame… on a twit-wit plane which (apparen… yawgmoth had lain. I am still never’d but boundful in joyce! So
Stipulent plexer, moonlightin’ now… Tragic internectar, blood of livin… Atrocious ghostage, harbinger of t…
“I need these things,” Day ausolo… stretch my teeth with the mirror p… seething “I need these things,” Day ausolon gnawded.
