My god did the goat bite a few. It is not becoming to speak ill of the dead. Yet, it seems a number of the deceased have not died in quite some time and found it a strange sensation.
Glad to be a bird on perch this mo(u)rn.
Prometheus was eternally punished by a bird for bringing fire to man. The reason he would do it all over again: He thought it would be different this time.It all just seems such an unreasonable atonement for a good tern.
Amen.
Ps. I could not manage a single puffy pastry. I will do my best to please this eve with what we have at hand.
PPS. Apparently a toy boat is half sunk; funeral barge due?
PPPS, As this blog progresses it seems that its tone becomes estranged to even its author's ears.
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