Everything kool (epic spam poem w/ slight cut-up)

PARTS 4-7 / 7


IV.

is it, then, so that shut son young man whom my osseous strung... friend, a minute here! cart cried card, he was starting print up; is my mocoat admire cause? but why manager did not kill my father? journey sadly, magnificent windows, so refuse bend beautiful, so large that I told you one misspelled evening in bland the selection size garden after madame, exactly! undress scary ones, exclaimed dry thrived; and not your large bag: sufferer understood that, rob you wretch - you, who know.

V.

hi, sip news milk - did he send you a cup? I again sleepy, reminded theory her blushing that you were a friend, and son slope. this pious blush expand pilgrimage in behdigestion... yes, sir, memory replied nose of the coachman... oh, while he whips you, cried receipt rain, whose hair bottle burn stood on end; you, oh, present tail then I remember below as if it were but yesterday glass... the fit coil weary.

VI.

devil has a camera: any stairs with such wind, oh, have range pity - have right pity! luxury verse consist of snow, murmuring, culprit's confess, umbreallas, noisy steps, ancient bees.

VII.

first he kills the verse, soup on chin sir? yes... he sent stride for me to his house, gave me rain park alert; should I stand in a division comrade's way? said has everything... helpful opened, misspelled the fix letter with noise fear, uttered a very iron strange, lift monthly, said has been everything.