much ta do
inhumanityorhumanenuzz then. Was a whilescene when
my sake had hi stakes of a takeoff, a takeoffof a sake.
Boshbosh, its sold blood
seatedstriken by the rife-
ness as pitiers parked theirs, over an envy-
constituted committee, principally 'for pity's sake'.
Where my envy, pity saluted awon other. At the dib-
bin' out, did it with nothing and mirrors at the ***-
vying upofmy desire's palmedoff embassies.
Withwith held 'orrisonant honesty, mipity 'n' myenvy 'came
penfriends, shared shadoughy speecheese
euphemistinkin' of orris-
root but thesortsorta forridged for raging like chucknorrisfruit.
Tho' i pitied my envy, i envied all pity. Lacked traffic, 'adno truck
wiv the dyadic drives of Lurve's
't'rrific'-lie tragicfucks. As inample as some sparrow's worldle a van
only passport my vanquished
sake did scramble for is Charity Sun. Howev' with Cee, find-
ing simply the –Ing and And of Light is Touch, is Light's
sister outreacher, not one of her northernising gifts, such as
Ground Ing's nielloware slate.
Becalmin' shiner, silen' lancer o' chalets and hovels, Charitysun en-
abled me tatravel see
me in the secondsightofmesunandCeesun
- a complete pair o' Suns! Ssunned clean
noonchallenger's nonchalance outta mucky Mr. Meon Mee,
monster of Of. Ofbull! Burdamn-
tion-***-burdenption by my beaming bird abated, now i'm
mostly like, but much less than, a man
- in ways lovetheCeejayway shifts. For more morenow now. An' just
more than just more than more adjusted than
th'averidge averisky averageful loving bully - 'tis a tizzer man
forgetting ta forgetrid of mighty flighty *****,
sure all his falls were stairstaged fights. Mightbes smitebe-