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The fall bababadal gharaght a kamminarro nnkonnbronn tonner - ronntuonnthunn tr o varrhouna wn skawn t oohoohoorden en thur - nuk!
The great fall of the offwall entailed at such short notice the pftjschute of Finnegan, erse solid man , that the humpty hillhead of humself prumptly sends an unquiring one well to the west in quest of his tumptytumtoes: Assiegates and boomering stroms. Sod's brood , be me fear! Arms apeal with larms , appalling. What bidimetoloves sinduced by what tegotetab - solvers! O here here how hoth sprowled met the duskt the father of fornicationists but, O my shining stars and body!
The oaks of ald now they lie in peat yet elms leap where askes lay. Phall if you but will, rise you must: He addle liddle phifie Annie ugged the little craythur. Wither hayre in honds tuck up your part inher. Oftwhile balbulous , mithre ahead, with goodly trowel in grasp and ivoroiled overalls which he habitacularly fond seed, like Haroun Childeric Eggeberth he would caligulate by multiplicab - les the alltitude and malltitude until he seesaw by neatlight of the liquor wheretwin 'twas born, his roundhead staple of other days to rise in undress maisonry upstanded joygrantit!
Of the first was he to bare arms and a name: Wassaily Boos - laeugh of Riesen geborg. His crest of huroldry , in vert with ancillars , troublant , argent , a hegoak , poursuivant , horrid , horned. His scutschum fessed , with archers strung , helio , of the second. Hootch is for husbandman handling his hoe. Hohohoho, Mister Finn , you're going to be Mister Finnagain!
Comeday morm and, O, you're vine! Sendday's eve and, ah, you're vinegar! Hahahaha, Mister Funn, you're going to be fined again! What then agent like brought about that tragoady thundersday this municipal sin business? Stay us wherefore in our search for tighteousness , O Sus - tainer, what time we rise and when we take up to toothmick and before we lump down upown our leatherbed and in the night and at the fading of the stars!
For a nod to the nabir is better than wink to the wabsanti. Crop herb the crunch - bracken shall decide. Then we'll know if the feast is a flyday. She has a gift of seek on site and she allcasually ansars helpers , the dreamy deary. It may half been a missfired brick, as some say, or it mought have been due to a collupsus of his back promises, as others looked at it. There extand by now one thou - sand and one stories, all told, of the same.
His howd feeled heavy, his hoddit did shake. There was a wall of course in erection Dimb! He stot - tered from the latter. Mastabatoom , mastabadtomm, when a mon merries his lute is all long. For whole the world to see. Macool , Macool, orra whyi deed ye diie? Sobs they sighdid at Fillagain's chrissormiss wake , all the hoolivans of the nation, prostrated in their consternation and their duodisimally profusive plethora of ululation. And the all gianed in with the shout - most shoviality. Agog and magog and the round of them agrog.
To the continuation of that celebration until Han andhunigan's extermination! Some in kinkin corass, more, kankan keening. Belling him up and filling him down. He's stiff but he's steady is Priam Olim! E'erawhere in this whorl would ye hear sich a din again? They laid him braw dawn alanglast bed. And a barrow load of guenesis hoer his head. Tee the tootal of the fluid hang the twoddle of the fuddled , O! Hurrah , there is but young gleve for the owl globe wheels in view which is tautaulogically the same thing.
Well, Him a being so on the flounder of his bulk like an overgrown babeling , let wee peep, see, at Hom , well, see peegee ought he ought, platter plate. From Shopalist to Bailywick or from ashtun to baronoath or from Buythebanks to Roundthehead or from the foot of the bill to ireglint's eye he calmly extensolies. And all the way a horn! With her issavan essavans and her patter jackmartins about all them inns and ouses. Tilling a teel of a tum , telling a toll of a tea - ry turty Taubling.
So pool the begg and pass the kish for craw sake. Grampupus is fallen down but grinny sprids the boord. Whase on the joint of a desh? Fin - foefom the Fush. Whase be his baken head? A loaf of Singpan- try's Kennedy bread. And whase hitched to the hop in his tayle? A glass of Danu U'Dunnell's foamous olde Dobbelin ayle. But, lo , as you would quaffoff his fraud stuff and sink teeth through that pyth of a flowerwhite bodey behold of him as behemoth for he is noewhemoe.
Only a fadograph of a yestern scene. Almost rubicund Salmosalar , ancient fromout the ages of the Ag - apemonides, he is smolten in our mist, woebecanned and packt away. So that meal's dead off for summan , schlook , schlice and goodridhirring. Yet may we not see still the brontoichthyan form outlined a- slumbered, even in our own nighttime by the sedge of the trout - ling stream that Bronto loved and Brunto has a lean on.
Whatif she be in flags or flitters , reekierags or sundye chosies , with a mint of mines or beggar a pinnyweight. Arrah , sure, we all love little Anny Ruiny , or, we mean to say, lovelittle Anna Rayiny, when unda her brella , mid piddle med puddle , she ninnygoes nannygoes nancing by. Brontolone slaaps , yoh snoores. Upon Benn Heather , in Seeple Isout too. The cranic head on him, caster of his reasons, peer yu- thner in yond mist. His clay feet , swarded in verdigrass , stick up starck where he last fellonem , by the mund of the maga - zine wall, where our maggy seen all, with her sisterin shawl.
While over against this belles' alliance beyind Ill Sixty , ollol- lowed ill! Hence when the clouds roll by, jamey , a proudseye view is 8 UP enjoyable of our mounding's mass, now Wallinstone national museum, with, in some greenish distance, the charmful water - loose country and the two quite white villagettes who hear show of themselves so gigglesomes minxt the follyages , the prettilees! Penetrators are permitted into the museomound free. Welsh and the Paddy Patkinses, one shelenk! Re dismembers invalids of old guard find pousse pousse poussey pram to sate the sort of their butt.
For her passkey supply to the janitrix , the mistress Kathe. This the way to the museyroom. Mind your hats goan in! Now yiz are in the Willingdone Museyroom.
This is a Prooshi - ous gunn. This is a ffrinch. This is the flag of the Prooshi- ous, the Cap and Soracer. This is the bullet that byng the flag of the Prooshious. This is the ffrinch that fire on the Bull that bang the flag of the Prooshious. Up with your pike and fork! This is the triplewon hat of Lipoleum. This is the Willingdone on his same white harse , the Cokenhape. This is his big wide harse.
This is the three lipoleum boyne grouching down in the living detch. This is an inimy skilling inglis , this is a scotcher grey, this is a davy, stoop- ing. This is the bog lipoleum mordering the lipoleum beg. This is the petty lipoleum boy that was nayther bag nor bug. Touchole Fitz Tuo - mush. All of them arminus -varminus. This is Delian alps. This is the crimealine of the alps hooping to sheltershock the three lipoleums.
This is the jinnies with their legahorns feinting to read in their handmade's book of stralegy while making their war undisides the Willingdone. The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is a ravin her hair and the Willingdone git the band up.
This is big Willingdone mormorial tallowscoop Wounderworker obscides on the flanks of the jinnies. This is the jinnies' hast - ings dispatch for to irrigate the Willingdone.
Dispatch in thin red lines cross the shortfront of me Belchum. Yaw , yaw, yaw! Fieldgaze thy tiny frow. That was the tictacs of the jinnies for to fontannoy the Willingdone. Shee , shee, shee! The jinnies is jillous agin courting all the lipoleums. And the lipoleums is gonn boycottoncrezy onto the one Willingdone. And the Willingdone git the band up. This is bode Belchum, bonnet to busby , breaking his secred word with a ball up his ear to the Willingdone.
This is the Willingdone's hur - old dispitch back. Dispitch desployed on the regions rare of me Belchum. Damn fairy ann , Voutre. That was the first joke of Willingdone, tic for tac. Hee , hee, hee! This is me Belchum in his twelvemile cowchooks, weet , tweet and stampforth foremost, footing the camp for the jinnies.
Drink a sip, drankasup, for he's as sooner buy a guinness than he'd stale store stout. This is Roo - shious balls. This is a ttrinch. This is Canon Futter with the popy nose. After his hundred days' indulgence. This is the blessed. This is lipoleums in the rowdy howses. This is the Willingdone, by the splinters of Cork, order fire. This is camelry , this is floodens , this is the solphereens in action, this is their mobbily , this is panickburns.
This is Willingdone cry. This is jinnies cry. This is jinnies rinning away to their ouster - lists dowan a bunkersheels. With a nip nippy nip and a trip trip- py trip so airy. For their heart's right there. This is me Bel- chum's tinkyou tankyou silvoor plate for citchin the crapes in the cool of his canister.
This is the bissmark of the marathon merry of the jinnies they left behind them. This is the Willingdone branlish his same marmorial tallowscoop Sophy - Key -Po for his royal divorsion on the rinnaway jinnies. Gam - bariste della porca! Stonewall Willingdone is an old maxy montrumeny. Lipoleums is nice hung bushel - lors. This is hiena hinnessy laughing alout at the Willing- done.
This is lipsyg dooley krieging the funk from the hinnessy. This is the hinndoo Shimar Shin between the dooley boy and the hinnessy. This is the wixy old Willingdone picket up the half of the threefoiled hat of lipoleums fromoud of the bluddle filth.
This is the hinndoo waxing ranjy mad for a bombshoob. This is the Willingdone hanking the half of the hat of lipoleums up the tail on the buckside of his big white harse. That was the last joke of Willingdone. This is the same white harse of the Willingdone, Culpen help, waggling his tail oscrupp with the half of a hat of lipoleums to insoult on the hinndoo see - boy. Hney , hney, hney! This is the seeboy, madrashattaras , upjump and pumpim , cry to the Willingdone: This is the Willingdone, bornstable ghentleman, tinders his maxbotch to the cursigan Shimar Shin.
This is the doofor him seeboy blow the whole of the half of the hat of lipoleums off of the top of the tail on the back of his big wide harse. How Copen- hagen ended. This way the museyroom. Mind your boots goan out. What a warm time we were in there but how keling is here the airabouts! We nowhere she lives but you mussna tell annaone for the lamp of Jig-a-Lanthern!
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His glav toside him. Our pigeons pair are flewn for northcliffs. She niver comes out when Thon's on shower or when Thon's flash with his Nixy girls or when Thon's blowing toom- cracks down the gaels of Thon.
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Let young wimman run away with the story and let young min talk smooth behind the butteler's back. She knows her knight's duty while Luntum sleeps. Did ye save any tin?
And we all like a marriedann because she is mer - cenary. Though the length of the land lies under liquidation floote! To puff the blaziness on. And even if Humpty shell fall frumpty times as awkward again in the beardsboosoloom of all our grand remonstrancers there'll be iggs for the brekkers come to mourn- him, sunny side up with care.
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Behove this 13 UP sound of Irish sense. Here English might be seen. One sovereign punned to petery pence. The silence speaks the scene. So This Is Dyoublong? I am sure that tiring chabelshovel - ler with the mujikal chocolat box, Miry Mitchel, is listening I say, the remains of the outworn grave mure where used to be blurried the Ptollmens of the Incabus. He is only pre - tendant to be stugging at the jubalee harp from a second existed lishener, Fiery Farrelly.
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Blubby wares upat Ub - lanium. On Baal fire's night of this year after deluge a crone that 14 UP hadde a wickered Kish for to hale dead turves from the bog look - it under the blay of her Kish as she ran for to sothisfeige her cow - rieosity and be me sawl but she found hersell sackvulle of swart goody quickenshoon and small illigant brogues , so rich in sweat.
Blurry works at Hurdlesford. Bloody wars in Ballyaughacleeagh - bally. These sons called themselves Caddy and Primas. Primas was a santry man and drilled all decent people. Caddy went to Winehouse and wrote o peace a farce. Blotty words for Dublin. Somewhere, parently , in the ginn andgo gap between antedilu - vious and annadominant the copyist must have fled with his scroll.
The billy flood rose or an elk charged him or the sultrup world wright from the excelsissimost empyrean bolt , in sum earthspake or the Dannamen gallous banged pan the bliddy du - ran. A scribicide then and there is led off under old's code with some fine covered by six marks or ninepins in metalmen for the sake of his labour's dross while it will be only now and again in our rear of o'er era, as an upshoot of military and civil engage- ments, that a gynecure was let on to the scuffold for taking that same fine sum covertly by meddlement with the drawers of his neighbour's safe.
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The babbelers with their thangas vain have been confusium hold them! Menn have thawed , clerks have surssurhummed , the blond has sought of the brune: Elsekiss thou may, mean Kerry piggy?: Who ails tongue coddeau, aspace of dumbillsilly? And they fell upong one another: And still nowanights and by nights of yore do all bold floras of the field to their shy faun lovers say only: Cull me ere I wilt to thee!: Pluck me whilst I blush!
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Forshapen his pigmaid hoagshead , shroonk his plod sfoot. He hath locktoes, this short- shins , and, Obeold that's pectoral , his mammamuscles most mousterious. It is slaking nuncheon out of some thing's brain pan. Me seemeth a dragon man.
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Right rank ragnar rocks and with these rox orangotangos rangled rough and rightgorong. Wisha , wisha, whydid tha? Thik is for thorn that's thuck in its thoil like thum- fool's thraitor thrust for vengeance. What a mnice old mness it all mnakes! A middenhide hoard of objects! Olives , beets , kim - mells, dollies , alfrids , beatties, cormacks and daltons. Owlets ' eegs O stoop to please!
See the snake wurrums everyside! Our durlbin is sworming in sneaks. They came to our island from triangular Toucheaterre beyond the wet prairie rared up in the midst of the cargon of prohibitive pomefructs but along landed Paddy Wip - pingham and the his garbagecans cotched the creeps of them pricker than our whosethere outofman could quick up her whats- thats.
Somedivide and sumthelot but the tally turns round the same balifuson. Axe on thwacks on thracks , axenwise. One by one place one be three dittoh and one before. Two nursus one make a plaus - ible free and idim behind. Starting off with a big boa boa and three - legged calvers and ivargraine jadesses with a message in their mouths. And a hundreadfilled unleavenweight of liberorumqueue to con an we can till allhorrors eve.
What a meanderthalltale to unfurl and with what an end in view of squattor and anntisquattor and postproneauntisquattor! To say too us to be every tim, nick and larry of us, sons of the sod , sons, littlesons , yea and lea little- sons, when usses not to be, every sue, siss and sally of us, dugters of Nan!
True there was in nillohs dieybos as yet no lumpend papeer in the waste, and mightmountain Penn still groaned for the micies to let flee. All was of ancientry. You gave me a boot signs on it! I quizzed you a quid with for what? But the world, mind , is, was and will be writing its own wrunes for ever, man, on all matters that fall 20 UP under the ban of our infrarational senses fore the last milch - camel, the heartvein throbbing between his eyebrowns , has still to moor before the tomb of his cousin charmian where his date is tethered by the palm that's hers.
But the horn, the drinking, the day of dread are not now. A bone, a pebble, a ramskin; chip them, chap them, cut them up allways; leave them to terracook in the muttheringpot: For that the rapt one warns is what papyr is meed of, made of, hides and hints and misses in prints. Till ye finally though not yet endlike meet with the acquaintance of Mister Typus , Mistress Tope and all the little typtopies.
So you need hardly spell me how every word will be bound over to carry three score and ten toptypsical readings throughout the book of Doublends Jined may his forehead be darkened with mud who would sunder!
But look what you have in your handself! The movibles are scrawl - ing in motions, marching, all of them ago, in pitpat and zingzang for every busy eerie whig's a bit of a torytale to tell. One's upon a thyme and two's behind their lettice leap and three's among the strubbely beds. And the chicks picked their teeths and the domb- key he begay began. You can ask your ass if he believes it. And so cuddy me only wallops have heels.
That one of a wife with folty barnets. For then was the age when hoops ran high. Of a noarch and a chopwife; of a pomme full grave and a fammy of levity ; or of golden youths that wanted gelding; or of what the mischiev miss made a man do. Malmarriedad he was reverso - gassed by the frisque of her frasques and her prytty pyrrhique. Maye faye , she's la gaye this snaky woman! From that trippiery toe expectungpelick! Veil , volantine , valentine eyes.
She's the very besch Winnie blows Nay on good. Flou inn , flow ann. So it's sure it was her not we! But lay it easy, gentle 21 UP mien, we are in rearing of a norewhig. So weeny beeny- veeny teeny. Hetwis if ee newt.
I am doing it. Hark, the corne entreats! And the larpnotes prittle. It was of a night, late, lang time agone, in an auldstane eld , when Adam was delvin and his madam een spinning watersilts , when mulk mountynotty man was everybully and the first leal ribberrobber that ever had her ainway everybuddy to his love- saking eyes and every billy lived alove with every biddy else, and Jarl van Hoother had his burnt head high up in his lamphouse, laying cold hands on himself.
And his two little jiminies , cousins of ourn , Tristopher and Hilary , were kickaheeling their dummy on the oil cloth flure of his homerigh , castle and earthenhouse. And, be dermot, who come to the keep of his inn only the niece - of-his-in-law, the prankquean. And the prankquean pulled a rosy one and made her wit foreninst the dour.
And she lit up and fire - land was ablaze. And spoke she to the dour in her petty perusi - enne: Mark the Wans , why do I am alook alike a poss of porter - pease? And that was how the skirtmisshes began. But the dour handworded her grace in dootch nossow: So her grace o' malice kidsnapped up the jiminy Tristopher and into the shan - dy westerness she rain , rain, rain.
And Jarl van Hoother war - lessed after her with soft dovesgall: Stop deef stop come back to my earin stop. But she swaradid to him: And there was a brannewail that same sabboath night of falling angles some- where in Erio.
And the prankquean went for her forty years' walk in Tourlemonde and she washed the blessings of the love- spots off the jiminy with soap sulliver suddles and she had her four owlers masters for to tauch him his tickles and she convor - ted him to the onesure allgood and he became a luderman.
So then she started to rain and to rain and, be redtom , she was back again at Jarl van Hoother's in a brace of samers and the jiminy with her in her pinafrond , lace at night, at another time. And where did she come but to the bar of his bristolry.
And Jarl von Hoo- ther had his baretholobruised heels drowned in his cellarmalt , shaking warm hands with himself and the jimminy Hilary and 22 UP the dummy in their first infancy were below on the tearsheet , wringing and coughing, like brodar and histher. And the prank- quean nipped a paly one and lit up again and redcocks flew flack - ering from the hillcombs.
And she made her witter before the wicked , saying: Mark the Twy , why do I am alook alike two poss of porterpease? So her madesty aforethought set down a jiminy and took up a jiminy and all the lilipath ways to Woeman's Land she rain, rain, rain. And Jarl von Hoother bleethered atter her with a loud finegale: Stop domb stop come back with my earring stop. But the prankquean swaradid: And there was a wild old grannewwail that laurency night of starshootings somewhere in Erio.
And the prankquean went for her forty years' walk in Turnlemeem and she punched the curses of cromcruwell with the nail of a top into the jiminy and she had her four larksical monitrix to touch him his tears and she provorted him to the onecertain allsecure and he became a tristian.
So then she started raining, raining, and in a pair of changers, be dom ter , she was back again at Jarl von Hoother's and the Larryhill with her under her abromette. And why would she halt at all if not by the ward of his mansionhome of another nice lace for the third charm?
And Jarl von Hoother had his hurricane hips up to his pantry - box, ruminating in his holdfour stomachs Dare! And the prankquean picked a blank and lit out and the valleys lay twink - ling. And she made her wittest in front of the arkway of trihump, asking: Mark the Tris , why do I am alook alike three poss of por- ter pease?
But that was how the skirtmishes endupped. For like the campbells acoming with a fork lance of lightning, Jarl von Hoother Boanerges himself, the old terror of the dames, came hip hop handihap out through the pikeopened arkway of his three shuttoned castles, in his broad ginger hat and his civic chol - lar and his alla buff hemmed and his bullbraggin soxangloves and his ladbroke breeks and his cattegut bandolair and his fur- 23 UP framed panuncular cumbottes like a rudd yellan gruebleen or- angeman in his violet indigonation , to the whole longth of the strongth of his bowman's bill.
And he clopped his rude hand to his eacy hitch and he ordurd and his thick spch spck for her to shut up shop , dappy. And the duppy shot the shutter clup Per - kodhus kuru n barg g ruauya g okgorlayo r gromgremmit g hundhu r th- ruma thuna r ad i dill i faititill i bumull un ukkunun! And they all drank free. For one man in his armour was a fat match always for any girls under shurts.
And that was the first peace of illiterative porthery in all the flamend floody flatuous world. How kirssy the tiler made a sweet unclose to the Narwhealian captol. Saw fore shalt thou sea. Betoun ye and be. The prankquean was to hold her dummyship and the jimminies was to keep the peacewave and van Hoother was to git the wind up. Thus the hearsomeness of the burger felicitates the whole of the polis. Ex nicky low malo comes mickelmassed bo - num. Hill, rill , ones in company, billeted , less be proud of.
Breast high and bestride! Only for that these will not breathe upon Norronesen or Irenean the secrest of their soorcelossness. Quar - ry silex , Homfrie Noanswa! Undy gentian festyknees , Livia No - answa? Wolken cap is on him, frowned ; audiurient , he would evesdrip , were it mous at hand , were it dinn of bottles in the far ear. Murk , his vales are darkling. With lipth she lithpeth to him all to time of thuch on thuch and thow on thow. She he she ho she ha to la. Hair fluke , if he could bad twig her!
Impalpabunt , he abhears. The soundwaves are his buffeteers ; they trompe him with their trompes; the wave of roary and the wave of hooshed and the wave of hawhaw hawrd and the wave of neverheedthem- horseluggarsandlisteltomine. Landloughed by his neaghboormis- tress and per petrified in his offsprung , sabes and suckers, the moaning pipers could tell him to his faceback, the louthly one whose loab we are devorers of, how butt for his hold halibutt, or her to her pudor puff , the lipalip one whose libe we drink at, how biff for her tiddy wink of a windfall , our breed and washer givers, there would not be a holey spier on the town nor a vestal flout - ing in the dock, nay to make plein avowels , nor a yew nor an eye 24 UP to play cash cash in Novo Nilbud by swamplight nor a' toole o' tall o' toll and noddy hint to the convaynience.
He dug in and dug out by the skill of his tilth for himself and all belonging to him and he sweated his crew beneath his auspice for the living and he urned his dread , that dragon volant , and he made louse for us and delivered us to boll weevils amain , that mighty liberator, Unfru -Chikda-Uru-Wukru and begad he did, our ancestor most worshipful , till he thought of a better one in his windower's house with that blushmantle upon him from ears- end to earsend.
And would again could whispring grassies wake him and may again when the fiery bird disembers. And will again if so be sooth by elder to his youngers shall be said. Have you whines for my wedding, did you bring bride and bedding , will you whoop for my deading is a? Anam muck an dhoul! Did ye drink me doornail?
Now be aisy , good Mr Finnimore , sir. Sure you'd only lose yourself in Healiopolis now the way your roads in Kapelavaster are that winding there after the calvary , the North Umbrian and the Fivs Barrow and Waddlings Raid and the Bower Moore and wet your feet maybe with the foggy dew's abroad.
Meeting some sick old bankrupt or the Cottericks ' donkey with his shoe hanging, clankatachankata , or a slut snoring with an impure infant on a bench. And the weather's that mean too. To part from Devlin is hard as Nugent knew, to leave the clean tanglesome one lushier than its neighbour enfranchisable fields but let your ghost have no grievance. You're better off , sir, where you are, primesigned in the full of your dress, bloodeagle waistcoat and all, remember- ing your shapes and sizes on the pillow of your babycurls under your sycamore by the keld water where the Tory's clay will scare the varmints and have all you want, pouch , gloves, flask, bricket , kerchief , ring and amberulla, the whole treasure of the pyre , in the land of souls with Homin and Broin Baroke and pole ole Lonan and Nobucketnozzler and the Guinnghis Khan.
And we'll be coming here, the ombre players, to rake your gravel and bringing 25 UP you presents, won't we, fenians? And it isn't our spittle we'll stint you of, is it, druids? Not shabbty little imagettes , pennydirts and dodgemyeyes you buy in the soottee stores. But offerings of the field. Mieli odories, that Doctor Faherty, the madison man , taught to gooden you. Poppypap's a passport out. And honey is the holiest thing ever was, hive , comb and earwax , the food for glory, mind you keep the pot or your nectar cup may yield too light!
Your fame is spreading like Basilico's ointment since the Fintan Lalors piped you overborder and there's whole households be- yond the Bothnians and they calling names after you. The men - here's always talking of you sitting around on the pig's cheeks under the sacred rooftree , over the bowls of memory where every hollow holds a hallow , with a pledge till the drengs , in the Salmon House. And admiring to our super shillelagh where the palmsweat on high is the mark of your manument.
All the toethpicks ever Eirenesians chewed on are chips chepped from that battery block. If you were bowed and soild and letdown itself from the oner of the load it was that paddyplanters might pack up plenty and when you were undone in every point fore the laps of goddesses you showed our labourlasses how to free was easy.
The game old Gunne , they do be saying, skull! Begog but he was, the G. He's dudd - andgunne now and we're apter finding the sores of his sedeq but peace to his great limbs, the buddhoch , with the last league long rest of him, while the millioncandled eye of Tuskar sweeps the Moylean Main! There was never a warlord in Great Erinnes and Brettland , no, nor in all Pike County like you, they say.
No, nor a king nor an ardking, bung king, sung king or hung king. That you could fell an elmstree twelve urchins couldn't ring round and hoist high the stone that Liam failed. Who but a Mac- cullaghmore the reise of our fortunes and the faunayman at the funeral to compass our cause? If you was hogglebully itself and most frifty like you was taken waters still what all where was your like to lay the cable or who was the batter could better Your Grace? But as Hopkins and Hopkins puts it, you were the pale eggynaggy and a kis to tilly up.
We calls him the journeyall Buggaloffs since he went Jerusalemfaring in Arssia Manor. So may the priest of seven worms and scalding tayboil , Papa Vestray , come never anear you as your hair grows wheater beside the Liffey that's in Heaven! Hep, hep , hurrah there! Seven times thereto we salute you! The whole bag of kits , falconplumes and jackboots incloted , is where you flung them that time.
Your heart is in the system of the Shewolf and your crested head is in the tropic of Copri - capron. Your feet are in the cloister of Virgo. Your olala is in the region of sahuls.
And that's ashore as you were born. Your shuck tick's swell. And that there texas is tow linen. The loamsome roam to Laffayette is ended. Drop in your tracks , babe! The headboddylwatcher of the chempel of Isid , Totumcalmum , saith: I know thee, metherjar , I know thee, sal - vation boat. For we have performed upon thee, thou abrama - nation, who comest ever without being invoked, whose coming is unknown, all the things which the company of the precentors and of the grammarians of Christpatrick's ordered concerning thee in the matter of the work of thy tombing.
Howe of the ship - men, steep wall! Everything's going on the same or so it appeals to all of us, in the old holmsted here. Coughings all over the sanctuary , bad scrant to me aunt Florenza. The horn for breakfast , one o'gong for lunch and dinnerchime. As popular as when Belly the First was keng and his members met in the Diet of Man.
The same shop slop in the window. Meat took a drop when Reilly-Parsons failed. Coal's short but we've plenty of bog in the yard. And barley's up again, begrained to it. The lads is attending school nessans regular, sir, spelling beesknees with hathatansy and turning out tables by mudapplication. No isn't it, roman pathoricks? You were the doublejoynted janitor the morning they were delivered and you'll be a grandfer yet entirely when the ritehand seizes what the lovearm knows.
Kevin's just a doat with his cherub cheek, chalking oghres on walls, and his little lamp and schoolbelt and bag of knicks , playing postman's knock round the diggings and if the seep were milk you could lieve his olde by his ide but, laus sake, the devil does be in that knirps of a Jerry sometimes, the tarandtan plaidboy , making encostive inkum out of the last of his lavings and writing a blue streak over his bourseday shirt.
Hetty Jane's a child of Mary. She'll be coming for they're sure to choose her in her white of gold with a tourch of ivy to rekindle the flame on Felix Day. But Essie Shanahan has let down her skirts. You remember Essie in our Luna's Convent? They called her Holly Merry her lips were so ruddyberry and Pia de Purebelle when the redminers riots was on about her. Were I a clerk designate to the Williams - woodsmenufactors I'd poster those pouters on every jamb in the town.
She's making her rep at Lanner's twicenightly. With the tabarine tamtammers of the whirligig magees. Beats that cachucha flat. Aisy now, you decent man, with your knees and lie quiet and repose your honour's lordship! Hold him here, Ezekiel Irons , and may God strengthen you! It's our warm spirits, boys, he's spoor - ing. Dimitrius O'Flagonan , cork that cure for the Clancartys!
You swamped enough since Portobello to float the Pomeroy. Fetch neahere, Pat Koy! And fetch nouyou, Pam Yates! Be nayther angst of Wramawitch! Where misties swaddlum, where misches lodge none, where mystries pour kind on, O sleepy! I've an eye on queer Behan and old Kate and the butter, trust me. She'll do no jugglywuggly with her war souvenir postcards to help to build me murial , tippers! I'll trip your traps! Assure a sure there! And we put on your clock again, sir, for you. Did or didn't we, sharestutterers?
So you won't be up a stump entirely. Nor shed your remnants. The sternwheel's crawling strong. I 28 UP seen your missus in the hall. Arrah , it's herself that's fine, too, don't be talking!
You storyan Harry chap longa me Harry chap storyan grass woman plelthy good trout. Dibble a hayfork's wrong with her only her lex's salig. Boald Tib does be yawning and smirking cat's hours on the Pollockses ' woolly round tabouret cushion watch- ing her sewing a dream together, the tailor's daughter, stitch to her last.
Or while waiting for winter to fire the enchantement , decoying more nesters to fall down the flue. It's allavalonche that blows nopussy food.
If you only were there to explain the mean- ing, best of men, and talk to her nice of gulden selver. Lexaunculpt - Fourked Fleischman - Nightly Arovane - Tides Borko - Pi Isan - Peg Lilienthal - Shadows Lewitt - Mushy Pea Timeblind - Endspace Kid Spatula - Come On Board Monolake - Ping Lowfish - Igloo Mux Kid Spatula - Jar Jar Binks Bogdan Raczynski - Samurai Math Beats 1 Bogdan Raczynski - Samurai Math Beats 2.
This mix is my meditation on the evolution of hiphop, the fringes it's travelled, and the roots it's strengthened. CD artwork by Kenji Toyooka. Dose One - 21 to 35 Adeem - Younger Days Cannibal Ox - Painkillers Kid Koala - Fender Bender Atmosphere - It Goes Infectious Organisms - The Balance Jel - Stop And Listen Clouddead - chorus from Sound Of A Handshake Wu-Tang Clan mit Funkstorung - Reunited Bit Meddler - Shitmix Fat Boys - Human Beat Box U-Ziq - Lunatic Harness Prefuse73 - Living Life Radar - Antimatter Push Button Objects - Lockligger Quasimoto - Come On Feet Antipop Consortium - Crab Lice Infesticons - Heros Theme El-P - Delorean Aesop Rock - Kill 'Em All Masai Bey - Paper Mache Jel - NMA 2 King Honey ft Mental - Motions Sage Francis - Inherited Scars Company Flow - Bee Happy Josh Martinez - The Deep End Disposable Heroes Of Hiphoprisy - Television Xololanxixo, Blackbyrd, Rakaa-Irisceince, St.
Boom Bip ft Slug - Want Aesop Rock - Daylight Atmosphere - Nothing But Sunshine Themselves - Thems My Peoples Mike Ladd - No. Fog - FuckedupfuckFuckup Timeblind - Desperado Move. No overdubs or prerecorded portions. Chinchillin' 2 CDs of blunted beats.
Downtempo, chillout, instrumental hiphop, and other head nodders. Waiwan - The Deep Five Deez - Time Is Night Thievery Corporation - Oscillations Alias - Quitting Time Lulu Mushi - Moon Funk Stromba - Rigor Mortis RJD2 - Work Waiwan - Yesterday Harmonic 33 - Woodblock Cherrystones - Pleasure In Measures Dynamic Syncopation - Dedicated instrumental DJ Food - Stop Fink Minatone - The City Sleeps Apollo Grooves - Gibby Music REQ - What Lemon Jelly - Spacewalk Aim - Cold Water Music DJ Food - The Crow Barbara Morgenstern - Eine Verabredung Waiwan - Ain't Easy Mick Harris - Cure Period Funki Porcini - Long Road Bonobo - Terrapin Aim - Sail Boards Of Canada - Dawn Chorus Amon Tobin - Yasawas Jon Kennedy - You're Crazy Broadway Project - Kindness Le Gooster - Elements Portishead - Cowboys Massive Attack - Teardrop Tranquility Bass - The Bird The Gnosis Blueprint My set at the Gnosis Project party was interrupted, and so here is my planned set in it's full form.
Restiform Bodies - Stuff About Dreaming old old old Cannibal Ox - Iron Galaxy Aesop Rock - Coma Sage Francis - Climb Trees Atmosphere - Between The Lines Phil Phillips - The Evil Dope interlude Oldominion - Parallel To Hell Aesop Rock - No Regrets Josh Martinez - Epic Adeem - Enticing Eyedea - The Dive 1 Sixtoo - A Work In Progress interlude Eyedea - The Dive 2 Dorian Three - Dissappear Company Flow - Patriotism Saul Williams - Ohm Buck 65 - Pants On Fire Most of my 7"s were layed around the art gallery, displaying their somewhat unique aesthetic.
Much thanks to Stomach Ache Records, Gerogerigegege, The Boredoms, and all others that use the 7" medium to it's fullest potential. Josh Martinez - Outlook Pedestrian - Generation Of Dead Beats Deep Puddle Dynamics - June 26th, Them - It's Them Sebutones - Games Sole - Suicide Song Buck 65 - Untitled Keep Perfectly Still Eyedea - A Murder Of Memories Reaching Quiet - th Clean 1 Reaching Quiet - th Clean 2 Sole - Bottle Of Humans Them - Eating Homework Live Poets - Finally Alias - Final Act Released as a limited edition 3" CD.
Dedicated to David Tudor. Equipment includes theremin, square wave generator, fx processors, turntable, cd player, switching matrix, and studio mixer. The following albums were utilised during the performance: Awkward Behaviour Recorded for my old radio-show, "Awkward Behaviour", this is a tribute to the many weird and surreal mornings. The mix starts off with the DJ Food track because that was the theme song for the show. Binaural One of my first mixes ever.
Long droning abstract ambience. Sound doesn't get much weirder than this. This was an audio diary I worked on over 3 years through high-school, the release of my frustrations. The template was 99 x 40 second sound pieces.
Each copy I made was randomized by a program I wrote, and assigned a serial number so if I ever lost the setlist I could generate it from the unique ID. This mp3 version is has all the randomized waves thrown into one large file. Normally it's meant to be listened to on random with 99 CD tracks, but it's hard for people to download that many files so this might be easier. Design by Peet Productions.
CPI - Density a love letter 01 solitudes 02 redbird 03 home handover 04 arcade 05 environments 06 japanese birds 07 trains 08 zohar 09 hanatarash 10 triadic memories 11 echoes. No More Human Friends. Setting Aside The Day. Making Out For Lost Time. Shredding for GX Jupitter-Larsen. Performed live at Pitch Black. Oh, Glorious Perversions chosen families 4.
Download this track MP3 For the final extended dance work in a performance by Lana Morton and company. Download this track MP3 This recording was created using Opus 3 , performed by Z'ev , and released by Staalplat in March 8, music for dance. Electro-pop dance party, deep house and minimal clicks. Dedicated to Sandy Stone, Portland Maine and unconventional romance. Head In The Clouds.
The Venus Envy Mixtape. A combination of sets from the Vazaleen and Ladyfest Kickoff parties, recorded for my friend at the store Venus Envy. B-Girl set for the Decypher Cru. Libations for the Gods. Artwork by Anchalie Miles.
Robots Are People Too, disc 2. Nothing but beautiful robotic nursery rhymes. Robots Are People Too, disc 1. Download this recording MP3. Download Disc 1 - Get Up! Disc One - Get Up! My set at the Gnosis Project party was interrupted, and so here is my planned set in it's full form. Gamers In Exile - Vibrisse This performance was my tribute to the 7" record.
I'm not sure of the order of appearance for this recording, but the following records were used: Poetry Is For Faeries. Falling Sick Into You. CPI live performance January 7th at Gallery Download this mix MP3.
Recorded live at Gallery , January 7th, Recorded for my old radio-show, "Awkward Behaviour", this is a tribute to the many weird and surreal mornings. One of my first mixes ever. Only This Moment Dreams In Colour Mind The Spectrum Gap More Trouble Than You Rain For The Glistening Soul Ninja Fucks Like Sword Earth Is A Temporary Condition Dylan Is My Biggest Fan Ottawa Junglist Massive On Drugs Ane Sell Mellihaouo More Pieces Than Beats I Am Sirius Useful People In Pretty Pages Fist Was Cat Was Chair Seppuku By Virgin Anguish Somewhere Between Misogyny and Eurethra Today We Found Some Glass Glorious, Shimmering Times
Cocksuckers Wanted and Cocksuckers Available & Glory Hole Listings kitchener-waterloo-chiropractor.com Django Unchained is a film in the style of a Spaghetti Western by Quentin Tarantino, who calls it a "Southern" because it is set in the Deep South rather than The Wild West.. The film tells the story of Django (), a slave who is freed by German bounty hunter Dr. King Schultz (Christoph Waltz) with the promise that, in return for Django's assistance in a few bounty recoveries, he will aid. Poem of the Masses. my smile melts with confusion artisticly enhanced she titty-danced her clients glanced at her mammarily-expansed bust, de-pantsed.