From I am Aleph| Archives (Looopy!)

Episodic Blit
(...) prevented from being stinged, exfolliated and made into a ball.
not for long. The Lake of Come comes along and we bathe and you soak.
In 1947 The Prime Minister of Pakistan refused to comment on the Adja incident when 66 mercenaries opened fire on a british steam train filled with a Guiness and Jello cargo. The police knew also that the word murder could not be printed when a government intervenes outside of the hours of legal warring and if they sign SECRET SERVICES or RETal, then the word is too be kept silent and it hushes the bang. spok of (-----) of this year in Afghanistan, it had never been said aloud, it is now openly revealed to you, my readers, here!. My mouth is clean, it's your ears that smell....Marylin was a friend in 1970 she told me to speak. I resented the rimmel, the rest was perfect and the 42 D were one more size than my eyes could take.
Regardless of its size the Lake of Come smells like the sea. The sea is seen and the well dwells in funnels and maxicloshes for all I know. For all I care the road to London is clear and it is your sin that is once again simply torturing my dream: shy? No, telepath and own her way to Memphis!