HARK. welcome'e youngen pilgrems. Yon. mye PRECIOUS kindred of the Albenascent FLOUGH. Oeten Lies cross our star cross'ed frienders (we are not lovers). Aye seek yon, who bringeth me into yons CREPUSCULANT world. Das, Vierte. Je, Lentil. Aye am thy MARQUESS. 1st ANTIDERIVATIVE to yons broken SUN. HARK TILL THE SPARROW SINGS. lest it sing not. WHY AM AYE ALIVE??? okay this is incedentile. what aye mean to say est. WHY HAST AYE BEEN GIVEN SUCH VIOLENCE??? 12 sided eyes lurk mye every shadow; so uncool; so lame; OKAY Goodnight, littel Pilgrems.
incedentile! Two Franks For The Price Of One
