Gone with the Heaving Breath of Mercurial Monads

What’s on tap, shizzlesnit? It rains some more, and the hours drain counterclockwise, and HEY MAN WRAP IT UP they say to fold in walnuts but there’s less time to bake this thing than ever before. As I scribble knowing data that must be prescribed before the last hour this is the heat melt psychodramatic Babylon that 2008 forgot. Yor, timid specie, giggle gaggle gobble this turkey down and wash it with Shiraz Kool Aid and the cumber. Nibblepick saucy fry olivetail macadamn granted wishstick pixy dander buck. The holy thou trowel search takes place in the dirt, and that’s jus’ the way it iz.