Moider

–Yo! Waytor.
Im dying of durst. Suds and mesls in scheiss shates of a caccs swailn,
Mon! 

–There is no
exitare for our svengliare, Budh. His an orbet evoiding destarre of the
asstordroirld. 

–Biertinder!
A fery dursty tunge here, Chieron!

—The muckey
way skidderd downg the cultic twallette. Don’t odermasturmighte that penwielin,
cloarical fallow but trussed in the ferrist oxhide. That barrecoda ben
a fimus fumier in the stercus miximus. Hisstour iss a cess toone Im trilling
to a Wake. His orbet, jutty steamers of conchusmess, tracks the try ailes
of Jerms Jazzus Dingletongue.

— His embrooderings
is like a dozen add one kniafs.

–A bulker crowzen
for a dowzen if you sasque me.

–Cachu! Ahemm!
Yo! Eye expectrum yo finnest rayde fiente or there’ll be merda in the dirst
dungree, Govnor! 

–Shattup. Weir
disgulfen the meer thonononda and one knaughts the tide turbinds stroomin
on theola banko. T’wit a ponderush roiunctionary newveile, Moiderin Times,
by Pully May Jonsohn sobtattled Shit a See Foamey Merlearcholaric Bably
or A Mammons Con Sewer Side Tod Taisons.

It dechries:

Mexture and mexus
omarekins and all the maihstus and mesls that tromfes the seads. The heir
born cocaim war was in its filth millenium with Airloon Dowlles at the
helms when the teil alla gram arrised. In the anals of the Wurmstern Hemorrwoild,
no mon licked Jass. Jysm Dingletong. Notional sackyokity wasen the dead
kinwyrt wort the live do do. The mamnos came down: “Cleaverness gives knucks
to gottliebness. Lie surgarcly if akcid. Teoatl on dadel and hana but knautschen
on the hunds that freess hew. 

But if the trouffles
be frankly tulled, Theo Nanonactl, gott flesh mitson the beloved Maizami
when his altar id was offerred a djinnitannic by Muster Eh Hairood Junta
that smug duggling ogler. The daviation:

–My diarre,
Holms, you locke all schell and beanes.

On the pholygraf
plied: 

—Delawded?
Delighted? & Deloooooooded? 

Yes & orranged
barealized. 

Troping, Ix fungled
his packet and florted twad Musstus Isendhowitzers, slurpping the fluzy
his kakamaimie hemlook. 

—I kon lysurgically
ergot that moul with my bouche, mordamn, he slaid.

—Dinka, applead
the laidy, but hausa them mulky ultra-thim hempscheme connundrumns.

—Is that a
quetschen, me poky hole?

—No, an ardor,
me pine noodle!

—O, Maim me!

But just in,
our bar nerrahtar, Pulley May Jonsohn, shanning his cowtouts Scisserow,
comminced his slate of Han; 

—Duh?! I sensed
how her years were the pennaltimate clammynation of Amammoncon SpIkes Speek.
A wail ov er wall of cololichtive anxpiety was wurt around the gurtle in
aty stays, her skirt about the periwinkel of the Commonest bloke. Ambergrist
for the primpngrinder moil. Sokalt it was Burrrlined. Of currse, its ‘gude
ovening’ be frauever and frieverishly dimmed! On the barkside, the bit
of the Bear. On the bawdside, the Beard of the Liarn. Ironscentedhowitzer’s
hoard was shaved width Acheom’s erayser that dean no the deapth of its
dirth. Grovesdaggers, who hurald the prumice of knucklear powder in the
phleece of there arenomeez like the fewer hemptmen of the hypcropalips.
Hairryman aver all. Aulld schollary and bones. I’ll Haveyourd and Yurlls;
Dirtmouth, Prissytone, Karnell and Straynforit. Blads as lathol as they
was keannen. As duell es there was did lee over the walled Oz? 

Aloon Doubtless
toked the floowr: 

—Pshah! Larcenyme,
yuice Weiss Guise. I halve hear in my vesturn hippockretsy the Mundrue
Dichtrhein. Deralicht und deranacht! Nicht? Put up yore mytts, Sissyfoot.
Big Erl mussa digh. Abienz armuss arrivelo in Marxico City. Reinhard Gehlen,
kin huegenotsee he’s our buoy. U-2 know the powers in the hinds of the
cunningnists, that we most licken to Saton. Knorr well we fiddel while
Castrolto buns Rum with his Massallez and rhyfels thrue our paupeers. That
martie pense. Whut? Wuttminh!? Hear hiess gnoman. A thoreau rug weepon
like an Amoilican frag. A cessy buoy. 

—Mudder!—
was herd fumin’ froam tart pits of Brayan Spigs.

—Hooever has
considered the Decoloration of Undependse and profussed the DamnIknow Dorotheory
wichitha compost of tin comandments on the roidvarse of Moneyfirst Destoney
the sin twister of Todtods, knoahs I am the Load thy Goad, who bawt thee
Little Egypt out of Wail Street bondage. Ignore those other gits before
me. Thou shalt rake unto me any gravey I mange, or anything that is worth
heaven about. Re ember the Sabathtage day, to blholdy shotfullof. For on
sex dais the Lewd made heavey with tearres the seamoan and the tin men
Iz and roosted on the severenth day after firing a warming shot between
her rain boughs. 

—Socks days
on; Soleday, Sandlsday, arch and levery Swhosday.

—Corner thy
Frachte ont thy Machte. Dow shell naught Havelon any frogs beenfore me
so that it caboomes unnassersory to rapossess de gaul blather. Dow shell
net kills. Steal thy goods nyeboors palacey. Undercovet his guards too,
byfour him feelse wetness against thy wharf’s nayboobs. Covert thy ass.
Flor eggsamples, tayske our kirchen Shule of the Demeracause where coverted
in bredcrimes, we crooked a paulypullet in gno stick gar nicht wahr. Ko
Chen genau end Diem, the flames catholicking under the paul pot cusaning
perspitaryanation like huegenotzi. A latheran to episs go pailin. Cover
and let stand. A perppiment rainy seasoning at the beif jhurking hand of
a crustian god. 50 blockbards baked in a pyre. Appleyeing the burptests
the world falls. And our chef, sclaiyentoasts, tasted the analburptests
with gas. Orar hunsl an griddle aberz the idbart oven utopioca then chilliad
and serve. Pass a cooktool, pease. 

Iceinhoarpits
sturd, his bild hauss lauss innen aus

—Awl this take
of cold slawter gifts us brutton woodies. The blest pit of a sarten haute
pain is ihm the blizud chrust. Butt befoul we jest, mynde the bad dymaino
slide effructs, wahn Marks begets Enggells, Oengles beguts Lienen, Laanen
beggerout Stealin, Storlin buggeredup More Ver Mogt, Mo See Peng bagette
Dow Sharepung, Due Shillpeng bocacht Lamunda, Dluhmulmba begelt Costro,
Cashtrow bocardY asserthoorah, assithahhah,ashitamile.

From this projection,
Monsteur dickter of the serenim dram wold, Seedsy Goltlode, appears. Mustering
great advoicity, Addword Barenoise, auctor of Ad Vice Incoincident constrooled
inunde Ducter Herry armor and began munchurian the chthonapes.

–Is dis du massus?

–Nine. That
poofbull Gorge cans weyght. He’s swillowed napall his fungs. Xochli-a-tototler.
Ally me to intro duche my good freund, Addword of Merdizen Parvenu. 

—A Tooste for
the luber of Gott, shorted Retched Milldoo Knukesum, he on musceline and
hump, flacid and amfartomeans, tolked his inturropteratin pulperclap.

—Butt fist,
war cabaled here to a ward thes Thieu in hoiley potrimoney. For richerd
and for pauwer. In slickness and in hellth. To death’s door was port. Onry
Kussinger du u take tieu for your liffably weadled waif? And too; to the
loot a lieu. Tu may now kurse the breed. 

— Howbout a
hartychoke, my apparition. No saprootphyte is too great for my cuntkey. 

–Awnry, its
wissener not to discost sum tings in paloot kennpany.

— You were saying,
Sodknee.

–Yes. Talis
Derichter Goatlode. Talis mahnn.

After scaessers
wey awld petter pantheon one logos atom tine. A snitchin cry mea serbs
nein. Our indifinity is taylor made fore divanity. We are agin ver muthos
lorne ching from a dark bier. A ruddy ale of roberts light on taps. Muggs
bubblin Heades to the bitters bottom. 

–Direichtur
Gottblow. Lie ascerbic akcid a vers lubre? 

–It indeed has
such garish powers as shear as thairs count down on Monte’s crusto. Iceyshowers
in the dwighlite of his sweven years drumpt the songe of Serverice with
the twun heads, hafela da cended from murdhan penn and tete other from
the mec up of the gwn maw. Butt it was fusile. What wars was Eich gunnun
do? His bossa werre a modar of kannon law.