🚀 go-pugleaf

A flourish of fan-fare-waving arms for vixen stand-at-attention:  "I
know! I know that one!" would have been her voice at a younger age
previously well-hypothecticized by DanBoyd, the uniform not tattered
nor pleated nor furled, a blazon demi-vierge even then for passant
standards-bearers blanketing the world under the Roinn Oideachais'
watchful eye (whadda self).  Jan Hus, delightully cute accent like
an upside-down circumflex [sic] upon the postpenultimate letter, swung
from the rafters twice, once in daring-do indearing to whomever but
not the vestiges of a spanned (in)continent; next, in a cage, sans
yeux glauques, a lattice testament well-meant and well-understood.
Prague, you've heard of.  These stained and stretched outreminitions
riencompass that cOld gloWorld lurCharm that you are so very, very
close to.  Dan Foss knows or would at the very least in his attempts
here and elsewhere have us know or prepare unknowing whence the apocs.
(short for Apocalyptics, a emphasis that may be chosen in the Paranoia
Dktrship) come; I asked him humbly and with great re(fe)verence to
elucidate and expound, a Pariah for our kicks, but well worth it all
and having nothing to do with LaVey (sorry, JS).

Incidentally, if that was "listening in on", my dalliance pillar, "a
private conversation", then, prey tell, does that accreditto us in
a mag. stat., or do we (me not existing and you, well, you being you)
slamount to noiseserial noisedition noisediment?  Assail away with
me; I'm utterly confounded by yr charms.

Dan: Question still stands.  Step up to the microphone, boy (oops),
the throng-in-throes (wrong-in-whose?) awaits.

M