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I had no intention of harassing you. I simply took an interest in your extremely unique means of communication. I will disengage here as I seem to be causing you distress.
I simply took an interest in your extremely unique means of communication.
I keep mentioning:
James Joyce
Marshall McLuhan
But you think Finnegans Wake “isn’t of interest” in your attraction to my Lemmy electric media messages.
Anyhow (the matter is a troublous and a peniloose) have they
not called him at many’s their mock indignation meeting, veh-
men’s vengeance vective volleying, inwader and uitlander, the
notables, crashing libels in their sullivan’s mounted beards about
him, their right renownsable patriarch? Heinz cans everywhere
and the swanee her ainsell and Eyrewaker’s family sock that they
smuggled to life betune them, roaring (Big Reilly was the worst):
free boose for the man from the nark, sure, he never was worth
a cornerwall fark, and his banishee’s bedpan she’s a quareold bite
of a tark: as they wendelled their zingaway wivewards from his
find me cool’s moist opulent vinery, highjacking through the
nagginneck pass, as they hauled home with their hogsheads,
axpoxtelating, and claiming cowled consollation, sursumcordial,
from the bluefunkfires of the dipper and the martian’s frost?
Use they not, our noesmall termtraders, to abhors offrom
him, the yet unregendered thunderslog, whose sbrogue cunneth
none lordmade undersiding, how betwixt wifely rule and mens
conscia recti, then hemale man all unbracing to omniwomen, but
now shedropping his hitches like any maidavale oppersite orse-
riders in an idinhole? Ah, dearo! Dearo, dear! And her illian!
And his willyum! When they were all there now, matinmarked
for lookin on. At the carryfour with awlus plawshus, their happy-
ass cloudious! And then and too the trivials! And their bivouac!
And his monomyth! Ah ho! Say no more about it! I’m sorry!
I saw. I’m sorry! I’m sorry to say I saw!
Gives there not too amongst us after all events (or so grunts
a leading hebdromadary) some togethergush of stillandbutall-
youknow that, insofarforth as, all up and down the whole con-
creation say, efficient first gets there finally every time, as a com-
plex matter of pure form, for those excess and that pasphault
hardhearingness from their eldfar, in grippes and rumblions,
through fresh taint and old treason, another like that alter but
not quite such anander and stillandbut one not all the selfsame
and butstillone just the maim and encore emmerhim may always,
with a little difference, till the latest up to date so early in the
morning, have evertheless been allmade amenable?
I had no intention of harassing you. I simply took an interest in your extremely unique means of communication. I will disengage here as I seem to be causing you distress.
I keep mentioning:
James Joyce
Marshall McLuhan
But you think Finnegans Wake “isn’t of interest” in your attraction to my Lemmy electric media messages.
Anyhow (the matter is a troublous and a peniloose) have they
not called him at many’s their mock indignation meeting, veh-
men’s vengeance vective volleying, inwader and uitlander, the
notables, crashing libels in their sullivan’s mounted beards about
him, their right renownsable patriarch? Heinz cans everywhere
and the swanee her ainsell and Eyrewaker’s family sock that they
smuggled to life betune them, roaring (Big Reilly was the worst):
free boose for the man from the nark, sure, he never was worth
a cornerwall fark, and his banishee’s bedpan she’s a quareold bite
of a tark: as they wendelled their zingaway wivewards from his
find me cool’s moist opulent vinery, highjacking through the
nagginneck pass, as they hauled home with their hogsheads,
axpoxtelating, and claiming cowled consollation, sursumcordial,
from the bluefunkfires of the dipper and the martian’s frost?
Use they not, our noesmall termtraders, to abhors offrom
him, the yet unregendered thunderslog, whose sbrogue cunneth
none lordmade undersiding, how betwixt wifely rule and mens
conscia recti, then hemale man all unbracing to omniwomen, but
now shedropping his hitches like any maidavale oppersite orse-
riders in an idinhole? Ah, dearo! Dearo, dear! And her illian!
And his willyum! When they were all there now, matinmarked
for lookin on. At the carryfour with awlus plawshus, their happy-
ass cloudious! And then and too the trivials! And their bivouac!
And his monomyth! Ah ho! Say no more about it! I’m sorry!
I saw. I’m sorry! I’m sorry to say I saw!
Gives there not too amongst us after all events (or so grunts
a leading hebdromadary) some togethergush of stillandbutall-
youknow that, insofarforth as, all up and down the whole con-
creation say, efficient first gets there finally every time, as a com-
plex matter of pure form, for those excess and that pasphault
hardhearingness from their eldfar, in grippes and rumblions,
through fresh taint and old treason, another like that alter but
not quite such anander and stillandbut one not all the selfsame
and butstillone just the maim and encore emmerhim may always,
with a little difference, till the latest up to date so early in the
morning, have evertheless been allmade amenable?