gonk adorned of death and multifacited horror.... Sadistic torture to torment even those whose appetite doth humor. A twist of the mind and a fracture of the bone makes unpleasant living quarters- of the hour and magnastic popery to those of adorned beliefs crying To be cast of tar to feather the down of your pillows and erase those non-conformists of their pleasurable natures. Kill the doves and watch as the man doth fills the ink quill with blood. cry A splatter from the quill blows the brains to the wall and shoulders the children with a gusto. In to the sack.... Into the storm.... Into the river with all those borne. stare
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