żar nal girsz-ghee-oh-baksyl; dar gisz kubteel, wła di koph teal?! ki goor kar yam... ba ga knee!
he who instils fear in others... instils the same fear in himself, as the shaky knees test to see whether instilling fear works, and loving in return becomes a shadow of a pebble when the shadow of the mountain illuminates further than the footsteps dare print onto it into the helium sphere of expression sounding depressed: pipsqueak & chipmunks don't make you laugh? but they'll make you buy an output of civilisation of the no. 1 single sung in that ultra-soprano: i almost wished to have written ultra-castrato... but then i realised, the popes loved eating scrambled eggs for breakfast... so there was nothing left to *squeeze.