Taxonomy
Couture and pastiche dancing flamencoes
on a twit-wit plane which (apparently)
yawgmoth had lain.
I am still never’d but
boundful in joyce! So
here i come hither and hither, Ackley! but the sting aidn’t so much, no, not, anymore.
It is okay if you are confounded, it ought be that way:
you climbers make me sick....
but so do the ilk! clearly now,
the foxsteps and
vox-trots give
our pupae populous the somethings they need to do.
...
Taxonimise, if you are wize.
