Translation Number Two biva lenc eoft heha ckne yeds ilen cefa llin gabo utth ewan deri ngte ntac ledm enan cemu tants

Twenty one million aardvarks can tell you whether the old man has rolled over or if the incandescent fury of smouldering rainbows will constitute the funereal ambivalence of the hackneyed silence falling about the wandering, tentacled menance mutants.

twentyonemillionaardvarkscantellyouwhethertheoldmanhasrolledoveroriftheincandescentfuryofsmoulderingrainbowswillconstitutethefunerealambivalenceofthe hackneyedsilencefallingaboutthewanderingtentacledmenancemutants

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ewan deri ngte ntac nemi llio naar ntyo heha ckne dvar ksca lyou whet utth hert heol dman ntel erin grai inca ndes cent fury ofsm olle dove ould swil lcon stit utet hefu nere alam biva lenc eoft twe yeds ilen cefa llin gabo ledm enan cemu nbow hasr rori fthe tants

Twe ntyo nemi llio naar dvar ksca ntel. Lyou heol dman whet hert hasr olle dove. Rori fthe ceint indca ndes fury ofsm ould? Eloen grai nbow swil lcon.
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Rori fthe ceint eoft heha biva ofsm ould? Lyou heol dman whet hert hasr olle dove. Cefa llin dvar ksca ewan gabo utth ngte ntac. Eloen nbow swil lcon.
Stit nere utet indca undeps fury hefu. Alam lenc yeds ckne ilen. Twe ntyo nemi llio naar ntel. Ledm grai tants deri enan cemu.

Rare father count aloft heehaw bevy oafs auld? Layout halo demand wheat hurt hasp ogle video. Cedar link diver sac weans Gabon Utah nugget antic. Alone know swill clone. Stilt nerve utter inducer undress fiche refute. Alarm lens yews cones align. Tweed toy name lion nary kneel. Lede grain tarant demi encan Camus.

Count, rare father, count aloft (heehaw!) from your customary bevy of auld oafs while I ogle the video layout. You should demand your hurt halo hasp back. Cedar unguent links the diver’s antics to Gabon, Utah. I know the Anglo clones will wean us from the swill sack soon enough. Undressing the nerve inducer while on stilts, I refute wheat and utter fiche. Alarm cones align under the unused lens. A tweed toy lion named Neil Nary appears to me, as if in a dream while the painter lagged behind in incanting her amorous anthems.

Happy New Year Mud Bath To You

Some more newly-excavated Buddy Holly lyrics

MUD BATH TIME
Oh why oh why
Oh me oh my
its you and I
and mud bath time

In the high mud
With your muddy bud
slick in gooey mud
just you and I
at mud bath time

Throughout the days
those mud bath ways
will bring us muddy joy
with your really muddy boy

In the high mud
With your muddy bud
in butt slurping mud
just you and I
and mud bath time

hummhahummmm

lets exfoliate the monsters of tremain

the entrace gate is capped with alumininininamum

wherefore my gaggling masters strive to be

lets exfoliate!

more than intoxication, more than mmoonbeams sstripped from a basses back

the dwirling servish elides metronomically along the border of the clackerzone

there I met the monster, there I met the monster

wherein the party of the first part extracts promises from the party of the second part

in the inky gloom

mystery mess, when will your tubularity remoan to the extra pilgrim temple?

on the turnpike, my son

and now as what's her name wiggles by evocatively I know I'm real due to uh, you know

I visualize many unsavory things in the eye of my mental mind as I wade the Bellowing River

Trees splink the peterdine along the quagmire's mouth

Elegang furbish resplendency erupts its churlish head in the eddying doom

Radon fumes to sniff the rhinosaur in his thunderthump along life's highway and other cliches

ho-ho the goon in maroon lands upon the moon real soon during the monsoon clair de lune

and so forth

Landing That Important New Position

People ask me, "How do I land that important new business position I desire so fervently?" all the time.

Here's what I'm telling them, Big Shot:

1. Bring three muddy girls in bikinis with you to the interview (This is the most important part! This is necessary and mandatory, the rest of the following is just gravy.

2. If the girls are drunk, so much the better.

3. If the girls get naked at request and are willing to shower with the interviewer, even better.

4. Assure your prospective employer that you "like to take it nice and easy".

5. Inquire about "flex time" and "working from home" options. You'll want these for sure.

6. Ask if a complementary lunch follows the interview, also "will cocktails be served?"

7. Don't forget the company policy on recreational drugs during working hours. This should be lax and permissive.

8. Ask if the girls can sleep over in the office.

9. Ask the criteria used in selecting female employees around here.

10. Submit your salary and benefit demands.

Popeye Jennifer Remastlidon - World Hero of the Blues

Popeye Jennifer Remastlidon has announced the plans for her 19th birthday on Wednesday and around the world and in the hometown she constantly anticipates in her gravelly, hoarse vocal style, the blues womusician who has insistently resisted labels will be celebrated as the woman of a million faces and voices.

Remastlidon's spokesman, Bubba Janette Hammerding, jumped through hoops to dodge questions about Remastlidon's birthday and touring plans by saying that she had passed out down by the riverside.

But a new book keenly focused upon Remastlidon has been published and for the occasion, radio stations from Skagway to Borneo will broadcast exhaustive career-retrospective salutes, the Remastlidon Snorkeling Hall has mounted a special exhibit and in her hometown of Snowstorm, North Dakota, residents are baking copious amounts of tasty little sesame cakes in hopes she may return and eat them all.

The guitar-pounding playgirl who is also an author, filmmaker, actress and, most recently, a World Famous Botanist has changed nothing since she began. She has sometimes absorbed her fans but always kept them speculative, while writing bombastic, bamboozling songs like "Arbitrary Rabbit in the Sands of Time", "Give Me That There Gizmo, You Big Nasty Man", “The New Old Snell Grove 100 Time Shuffle” and "You Make Me Moan Like I Never Did it Before."

"May you stay a creature of fanfare" was her fond wish for her audience, and "Snoring like a windstorm" her credo. At her rapidly increasing age, with millions of songs and nearly 4,500 hot-selling CDs behind her, she is constantly touring, with a “Greater Fort Wayne Indiana Area Sybaritic Tour” swing about to begin.

"I don't see why you can't last as long as you want to last if you last that long and maybe because you are lasting that long," she is quoted as saying in "Popeye Jennifer Remastlidon, The Blues Athlete," edited by Emil “Snorkle” Pupramanian.

"All I cannot do is be me -- whoever that me may be," she says. “The me I am is the me I have been and will continue to be unless some other me starts to take over, which is sometimes, not always, the case, I think.” You might want to happen to be reading something else at this point.

The book traces Remastlidon's so-called “progress” from a street kid enamored with 15th Century Persian music to a young surf singer who gave voice to the “let’s get drunk and dance like wild maniacs” movement of the 2000s.

She quickly renounced the title "improbably imagistic blues shouter" and became an self-professed “blues Kook” on a personal exploration of hubris, guitar cubism, eclecticism, “the proto-naturalism of the blues” and many other bizarre abstractions.

REMASTLIDON DAYS
"The second we all think we get to know her and what she stands for, she stays exactly the same," says Mrs. Zorba Tarquin, of the Remastlidon Emporium in Sheboygan, Wisconsin where the two biggest rooms are devoted to "Popeye Jennifer Remastlidon's Journey: 2004-20066." Its everything you imagine it to be and less.

The 95-week exporium, which just began, includes a massively annotated letter in which senior Popeye Jennifer Remastlidon reminds a boy whose face she sat on in math class how handsome he is -- and how she probably will never see him again. This letter is on sale for $27. "Let's all think, wing-nut", said a very curious-looking old hobo, passing by in the halcyon night air of Snowstorm. Snowstorm is pretty much a continuous explosion of stupidity.

Hoping to see her again are the hundreds of folks in Snowstorm, where the Remastlidon Days celebration started informally in 2005 at “Remastlidon's Own Fine Bar and Restaurant -- the world's only Popeye Jennifer Remastlidon tribute bar, bait-shop, beauty salon and restaurant."

There will be wild, uncontrolled outbreaks of girlish enthusiasm, a lengthy bus tour of Snowstorm and a one-day-only opportunity for fans to get their mail stamped with a special smog alert stamp. “People in Snowstorm are really into smog!” chuffed a local passerby, with Snowstorm’s ubiquitous spirit of luminous élan and joie de vivre.

And of course there's that aforementioned and delicious sesame cake. Yes, yes, yes. "We have cake all over town," said Remastlidon's co-owner Little Linda Lou Haystocking-Schemerefeed. "We'd love to see her eating here this year," she said, adding that this was the first year Remastlidon was not touring during "Remastlidon Days, or something." But what does she know, you might ask.

The Internet is also Remastlidon country. One Web site, InNutriusPalookum, http://www.innutriuspalookum.com/, compiles 1,100 to 5,200 items per day of interest to Remastlidon fans. Wait a minute, I have to think. Oh, okay.

With an 900,857-entry "Popeye Jennifer Remastlidon Cyclopedia" due in 2008, the fascination with Remastlidon shows no sign of easing off.

"It's hard to believe she's a wild woman because she really is 'A creature of fanfare,' even when she's awake -- and she can be awake quite a bit," said the omniscient and humbling Pupramanian.