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And still nowanights and by nights of yore do all bold floras of the field to their shyfaun lovers say only: Cull me ere I wilt to thee!: and, but a little later: Pluck me whilst I blush! Well may they wilt, marry, and profusedly blush, be troth! For that saying is as old as the howitts. Lave a whale a while in a whillbarrow (isn’t it the truath I’m tallin yei*) to have fins and flippers that shimmy and shake.
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Miscegenations on miscegenations. Tieckle. They lived und laughed ant loved end left. Forsin. (...) In the ignorance that implies impression that knits knowledge that finds the nameform that whets the wits that convey contacts that sweeten sensation that drives desire that adheres to attachment that dogs death that bitches birth that en- tails the ensuance of existentiality.
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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.
— Jun 05, 2026 09:10PM
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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.
— Jun 05, 2026 12:22PM
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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!)
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(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!)
Mark André
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... 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.
— Jun 04, 2026 08:29PM
[...]
Assiegates and boomeringstroms.
[...]
What chance cuddleys, what cashels aired and ventilated!
[...]
... 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.
Mark André
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... where oranges have been laid to rust upon the green since devlins first loved livvy.
— Jun 04, 2026 07:57PM
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And howpsadrowsay.
Lok! A shaft of shivery in the act, anilancinant. Cold's sleuth! Vayuns! Where did thots come from? It is infinitesimally fevers, resty fever, risy fever, a coranto of aria, sleeper awakening, in the smalls of one's back presentiment, gip, and again, geip, a flash from a future of maybe mahamayability through the windr of a wondr in a wildr is a weltr as a wirbl of a warbl is a world.
Tom.
— Mar 26, 2018 09:14AM
Lok! A shaft of shivery in the act, anilancinant. Cold's sleuth! Vayuns! Where did thots come from? It is infinitesimally fevers, resty fever, risy fever, a coranto of aria, sleeper awakening, in the smalls of one's back presentiment, gip, and again, geip, a flash from a future of maybe mahamayability through the windr of a wondr in a wildr is a weltr as a wirbl of a warbl is a world.
Tom.
Mark André
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So anyhow, melumps and mumpos of the hoose uncommons, after that to wind up that longtobechronickled gettogether thanksbetogiving day at Glenfinnisk-en-la-Valle, the anniversary of his finst homy commulion, after that same barbecue beanfeast was all over poor old hospitable corn and eggfactor, King Roderick O'Conor, the paramount chief polemarch and last pre-electric king of Ireland,...
— Mar 25, 2018 01:46PM
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How it did but all come eddaying back to them, if they did but get gaze, gagagniagnain, to hear him there, kiddling and cuddling her, after the gouty old galahat, with his peer of quinnyfears and his troad of tristuns, so nefarious,...before the four of us...while his deepseepeepers gazed and sazed and dazecrazemazed into her dullokbloon rodolling olosheen eyenbowls by the Cornelius Nepos, Mnepos.
— Mar 24, 2018 01:11PM
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...with an overdress of net, tickled with goldies, Isolamisola, and whisping and lisping her about Trisolanisans, how one was whips for one was two and two was lips for one was three, and dissimulating themself, with his poghue like Arrah-na-poghue, the dear dear annual, they all four remembored who made the world and how they used to be at that time in the vulgar ear...
— Mar 23, 2018 01:34PM
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Thank you, Chris. Good to hear from you.Rather obviously a little (?) risqué.
Thank you, Mary! Nice to hear from you.The writing, the spelling seems to be a lot about the sound of words. But why, intentionally, put down so many misspelled words?
It is what it is: gobbledygook! But it’s fun.😁