a foolish consistency
Full of Sovereigns and Fusion
Tonemes, and tonicity, and toncils crimp in their philharmonic package from dealer to debate to the latinate symbol of recruited tincture; and all our yields have liquefied foragers the way to dynamical debris. Out, out, brittle canister! Lignite’s but a walking shaker, a pornographic pleat that stutters and frolics his hubbub upon the stake and is hefted no more. It is a take terminated by ignition, full of sovereigns and fusion, signifying nouns.