Owl in Money For the Alimony

Just take a sip of peche lambic, and Constantine and green-growing rushes, and doodlebug newt particular hamstrung whetstone bean ardlenaut I make for the hills and I leaned and then learned to dwell a foot below the nonbelievers. Compartmentalized nincompoops with qubit cubicles and fair cascade hair and sassy sash ass frame meadow linens. Climbing down the hill now. Safe passage to my own reeling sense of venturous capital gain, I watch and willow as safe haven sheath reigns far kingdom of the main ax, that which scholars might call Perthoos, the Axe of No No. Slipped snugly into cabin pressure suits and I will tell you the day.