Tower fort and the street round the ... corner

Mona register. Call in. Wont see wolfe. eat a plain. the fairy tale of godszzzzzzz. wont blink at hour of rutilant and . her mouth is yawned bearing the old fool. not the extreme example of the prophetic lunacy and its raging forest. Is it a spear come over that fat air?
Come along you tramp squalor of the ocean yard. Lift your chin, dont lead with it. And along the long cabin woods play. And madrigals come along a forest. Faster than a father. of never agains and again.