irrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrish (too-whit too-whu) we’re awls too

grinning eartoear, liketosee that crabtree monkey

scrapey scrapey

hierophantismagorical: inside the sinside lurks like treebwise cattlecallers, outside the sinside hides from wary peephole speculars. i’ve found that sinside inside many particulars that nonsense ringers (or rings) have gotten from starting and staring at too many phoebus or ra-styled montagues or curlicues or spendacular criscrossing moldavvos.

ya, that’s a crumb for a larder/princess.
the cat’s gone soft and all its blackwise crossings bring us goodluck instead.

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