in that there's a moth and a man and that there's an unforgiving light that illuminates so much that the shadow and skeleton become a myth... and both man and moth are no longer cousins of the ape... because: there's this because that a better association with a scratching on a rock could never begin with admiration or ambition for... with or in... marble... otherwise there's this... this... vacancy for clearing: a hiatus in the non-professional wording otherwise a sabbatical (&) truancy... nothing quite like a pop-song onomatopoeia... i.e. quiete / quit... a queue and a cue... sometimes english is very much like fwench... unlike ****** barbarian altogether: there is no clarity of syllables... the consonants do not have diacritical... "itches"... the vowel too... and there's not etymological progress of a "clue"; notably with a prefix anchor based in ancient greek like a pre- or a pro- or con- for clarification's sake...
perhaps if i were irish and some... and here i was... demanding that russian be "relieved"....
i.e. how ш + ч became щ...
england - anon. 1225: miri it is while sumer ilast -
the youth of the cross... the youth of the ****** bulk... and forever the nibbling caliphate... like some lost - a father's greased pwide...
had i a son... had i a daughter... if i ever was to be an uncompromising john, berryman... this to be to walter... 'enry elder: chin: no... this Xinaski... i sow my cheap sort for the envy of others that had to become a lawn...
a tease of the knees when not bulging on the bend in a duty of prayer...
because by dictation: born catholic: there's this expectation of the middle... given that orthodox is beside protestant sensibility... orthodoxy of lebanese... it's russian... it's modern greek... it's euro-asian wetted ******* and a cling to *******! the cow-tow-thick-and-affiliation licking... bavarian history and the league of lombardy...
schneiderschwarz... mythical creatures... when attired in german... to progress through with english overtones...
uhrschattenhand... translated from a borrowed sax.: the mythological chimera... yes... to the best of my abilities... here's me... prancing like a peacock! yes: i'm all well and tailored... and... dispensing thank-yous worth of banknotes like any neufett blister and thereby scratched: bleeding enterprise; a fathom.