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It is when you are stuck in a cold furniture mall late at night, deprived of dinner and seated beside a pile-up of lifeless banana dolls on the sofa cushion, that you start to enter the world of Finnegans Wake, a copy of which you have on hand. The words, the sounds, the inflections and alliterations start to grow out of the text on their own into landscapes of narrative junglery; while vague imageries of washerwomen on banks of the Liffey and their bavarderies start to foam on the flicker-yellow pages and the fuzzy-storeyed lines...
and she lets out a roar, and spews, henceforth into the Brahmaputra, which then refluxes up our caustic throats and back into the glass toilet bowls of every Milotic household. The Tibetan Plateau is a toilet bowl. From which point we are indebted to the slushes of the sun-flow cascades, which we receive with grateful plum-hands, and we douse ourselves with the very that, that which is amalgamated with the melt of snowy dew, crappy liverworts and nose rings, and then subjugated to the blasts of gromanesque titties. Krzyyy. So that the washerwomen whould have something to salvage, other then red sissyfish and their oxonomiyakic tongues. (Which can probably stretch to the top of their scalps.) They probably should keep to this conformation while their impersonator~foo-foos float downstream (voire underground). And one more thingdearie, other than nutrient beads, someone has clearly been stuffing rolled-up greenmeen banknotes up our
and she lets out a roar, and spews, henceforth into the Brahmaputra, which then refluxes up our caustic throats and back into the glass toilet bowls of every Milotic household. The Tibetan Plateau is a toilet bowl. From which point we are indebted to the slushes of the sun-flow cascades, which we receive with grateful plum-hands, and we douse ourselves with the very that, that which is amalgamated with the melt of snowy dew, crappy liverworts and nose rings, and then subjugated to the blasts of gromanesque titties. Krzyyy. So that the washerwomen whould have something to salvage, other then red sissyfish and their oxonomiyakic tongues. (Which can probably stretch to the top of their scalps.) They probably should keep to this conformation while their impersonator~foo-foos float downstream (voire underground). And one more thingdearie, other than nutrient beads, someone has clearly been stuffing rolled-up greenmeen banknotes up our