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Just posting the words of James Joyce, that's me.
and spudds on
horeilles and
a
circusfix riding her
Parisienne's cockneze,
a
vaunt her straddle
from Equerry Egon,
November 21, 2025 at 7:45 AM
specks on her eyeux,
November 21, 2025 at 7:44 AM
with her louisequean's brogues and her culunder buzzle and her
little bolero boa and all and two times twenty curlicornies for her
headdress,
November 21, 2025 at 7:44 AM
the gorg-

gony old dan world, in gogor's name, for gagar's sake,

dragging

the countryside in her train, finickin here and funickin
there,
November 21, 2025 at 7:44 AM
stood forth, burnzburn
November 21, 2025 at 7:43 AM
(ur, uri, uria!)
November 21, 2025 at 7:43 AM
some such time that she shall have been after

hiding
the crumbends
of his enormousness
in the areyou looking-
for Pearlfar sea,
November 21, 2025 at 7:43 AM
she

who will not rast her from her running to seek him till,

with the

help of the okeamic,
November 21, 2025 at 7:43 AM
she who shuttered him after

his fall and waked him widowt sparing and gave him keen

and

made him able and held adazillahs to each arche of his
noes,
November 21, 2025 at 7:42 AM
(and if she is older now than her teeth she has hair that

is younger than thighne, my dear!)
November 21, 2025 at 7:42 AM
cadet and prim, the hungray and
anngreen
November 21, 2025 at 7:41 AM
she who had given his eye for

her bed and a tooth for a child till one one and one ten

and one

hundred again, O me and O ye !
November 8, 2025 at 8:31 PM
It is looking

pretty black against you, we suggest, Sheem avick.
October 26, 2025 at 9:13 PM
Let me see.
October 26, 2025 at 9:12 PM
I advise you

to conceal yourself, my little friend, as I have said a

moment

ago and put your hands in my hands and have a
nightslong

homely little confiteor about things.
October 26, 2025 at 9:12 PM
Where have you been in the uterim, enjoying yourself

all the morning since your last wetbed confession?
October 9, 2025 at 11:14 PM
Shem

Macadamsoh, you know me and I know you and all your

she-
meries.
October 9, 2025 at 11:14 PM
ere you be back for ever till I give you your talkingto!
October 9, 2025 at 11:13 PM
stand forth,
come boldly,
jolly me,
move me,
zwilling though I am, to laughter in your true colours
October 9, 2025 at 11:13 PM
(for no longer will I follow

you obliquelike through the inspired form of the third person

singular and the moods and hesitensies of the deponent but ad-

dress myself to you, with the empirative of my vendettative, pro-

vocative and out direct)
October 6, 2025 at 11:11 PM
Stand forth, Nayman of Noland
October 6, 2025 at 11:10 PM
Baus !
October 6, 2025 at 11:10 PM
I'm the boy to bruise and braise.
October 4, 2025 at 9:59 PM
JUSTIUS (to himother): Brawn is my name and broad is
my

nature and I've breit on my brow and all's right with every
fea-

ture and I'll brune this bird or Brown Bess's bung's gone
bandy.
October 4, 2025 at 9:58 PM
We cannot, in

mercy or justice nor on the lovom for labaryntos, stay

here for

the residence of our existings, discussing Tamstar Ham of

Ten-

man's thirst.
October 3, 2025 at 10:13 PM