Status Updates From Finnegans Wake. Gesammelte ...

But, lo, as you would quaffoff his fraudstuff and sink teeth through that pyth of a flowerwhite bodey behold of him as behemoth for he is noewhemoe. Finichel Only a fadograph of a yestem scene.

Stay us wherefore in our search for righteousness, O Sustainer, what time we rise and when we take up to toothmick and before we lump down upown our leatherbed and in the night and at the fading of the stars! For a nod to the nabir is better than a wink to the wabsanti.

Bygmester Finnegan, ... lived in the broadest way immarginable ...
(one yeastyday he sternely struxk his tete in a tub for to watsch the future of his fates but ere he swiftly stock it out again, by the might of moses, the very water was eviparated and all the guenneses had met their exodus so that ought to show you what a pentschanjeuchy chap he was!)

... oystrygods gaggin fishygods!
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Assiegates and boomeringstroms.
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What chance cuddleys, what cashels aired and ventilated!
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... the skysign of soft advertisement! But waz iz? Iseut.^ Ere were sewers.^ The oaks of aid now they lie in peat yet elms leap where askes lay. Phall if you but will, rise you must: and none so soon either shall the pharce for the nunce come to a setdown secular phoenish.

... where oranges have been laid to rust upon the green since devlins first loved livvy.

Burrus-Caseous grouptriad

a boosted blasted bleating blatant bloaten blasphorus blesphorous idiot

let Demoncracy take the highmost!