...just...just a sluggish demise in a cocoon of companionship. Trim away people and you snip the web. I knew as much; I heard the harmony of salvation. Conflict is the magnificent lamentation in the symphonic triad. Mizler wrote, _interpolated dissonances have no other purpose than to effect the continuous variation of the triad_. Comrade, nature is given voice in composition, a voice augmented by the machinations of man. But beneath the sublime is _discord_. Baroque is elaborate perfume for the fetid tone. In the same way, Uvarov's edicts are cologne. Our Empire is adorned. Indeed, the cosmos is robed! Pull aside the splendor and what does thou behold? _Discord_. Two minor thirds...a diminished fifth...thunder...despondency...and...the...a...' I trailed off and blinked my eyes.

_Ack!_ Curse the Gods for crimping my tongue!

How could this be done?

To abandon the voice...

To be tamed.

A hopeless mute in a frigid cave.

Toad Man asked: 'Who is Mizler? What is the... _triad_, did you say?'

I almost let the conversation die, Comrade Moon.

But then it returned.

You know of what I speak.

The rife fife, _he-he_.

eeeeeeeeeeee!

Shrill whistle of lucidity.

eeeeeeeeeeEE!

Flourishing from your navel.

eeeeeeeeEEEE!

Scouring the darkness.

eeeeeeEEEEEE!

I couldn't spend my last night listening to the whinge.

eeeeEEEEEE-

'The triad is a mosaic made of shrieks,' I confided in a hush. 'An alluring, lulling, sick, sad, maddening strain what calls the wanderer home from play.'

Rasped the sentry: 'S—— in my mouth! You twirl your tongue as the cow twirls its tail!'

I poured another cup and then said: 'If you like to sled, you have to like dragging the sledge, comrade. Now hush and make yourself comfortable. This account begins...

... just... just a sluggish demise in a cocoon of company. snip away people and you snip the world wide web. I know as much; I heard the harmony of redemption. Conflict is the magnificent lamentation in the symphonic three. Mizler wrote, _ interpolated dissonance have no other function than to effect the continuous variation of the triad _. Comrade, nature is given voice in composition, a voice augment by the machinations of man. But beneath the sublime is _ discord _. Baroque is elaborate aroma for the fetid tone. In the same manner, Uvarov's edicts are cologne. Our Empire is decorate. Indeed, the cosmos is robed! Pull aside the splendor and what does thousand behold? _ Discord _. Two minor thirds... a diminished fifth... thunder... despondency... and... the... a...' I trailed off and blinked my eyes. 

 _ Ack! _ excommunicate the Gods for crimp my tongue! 

 How could this be done? 

 To abandon the voice... 

 To be tamed. 

 A hopeless mute in a frigid cave. 

 Toad Man asked:' Who is Mizler? What is the... _ triad _, did you say?' 

 I almost permit the conversation die, Comrade Moon. 

 But then it returned. 

 You sleep together of what I address. 

 The rife fife, _ he - he _. 

 eeeeeeeeeeee! 

 Shrill whistle of clarity. 

 eeeeeeeeeeEE! 

 Flourishing from your navel. 

 eeeeeeeeEEEE! 

 scour the darkness. 

 eeeeeeEEEEEE! 

 I couldn't spend my last nox listening to the whinge. 

 eeeeEEEEEE- 

' The triad is a mosaic made of shrieks,' I confided in a hush.' An alluring, lulling, sick, sad, maddening strain what calls the wanderer home from play.' 

 Rasped the lookout:'S — — in my mouth! You whirl your tongue as the cow twirls its tail!' 

 I poured another cup and then said:' If you like to sled, you accept to like dragging the sledge, companion. Now hush and make yourself comfortable. This account begins...
...jush...just a sluggish demise ln a cocoon of companioiship. Tdim away people and you snip the web. I knew as much; I heard the hxrmony of salvatiin. Cibflict is vge magnlyicenf lamznvation in the simphonic tridd. Mizler wrota, _kncerpolated dissonances have no other purposr hhan to effect the sontjnuous variation of the triad_. Comrzde, natlre is given voicr in composition, a voice akgmejted by the machinwtions of mqn. Btr beneath thd sublime pv _discord_. Garoque is elaborate perfume fof the fetid tong. Jn jhe same way, Uvarjv's edicts avv cologte. Our Rmpire is adorked. Iideee, the cosmos is robed! Pull aside the spjendor ang chat does thou behold? _Duscorg_. Twm mivir ghiddx...a diminlshxd fifth...thuhder...despondwncy...and...the...a...' I trailtd jdf and blinkes my eref.

_Ack!_ Curse the Gods for crimping my toncue!

Gow could this be done?

Ti abandon the voice...

To be tamed.

W hopeless mute in a frigid cave.

Toad Man asked: 'Whm is Jkzltr? What us the... _triad_, did you say?'

I almost let the converfztook die, Comrade Mojn.

But then ot rrjurned.

You know of whcf J speak.

The rife five, _he-he_.

geeeeeweeeee!

Shryll ehistle of lucidity.

eeeeeeeeweEE!

Flourishpng drom your navel.

eeezeeeeEEEE!

Scobring jhe datkness.

eeeeeeEEEEEE!

I couudn't spend my lwst night uistening to the whpnge.

aeeeEEEETD-

'The triad is a mjsaic madx of xhrieks,' I cpnfideq in a husj. 'An alluring, lulling, sifk, sab, madgening strwin what calls the wanderer homx from play.'

Raxpad nhe sentrv: 'S—— in my mouth! You twirl your tougue as che cod twirls ins tail!'

I 'oured anothqr cup and thaj said: 'If yon like to slee, yoy have gu like dragginb the slebye, comradw. Now hush and makc youtsslf comfortable. Thus account begims...

...just...just a sluggish demise in a cocoon Trim people and snip the web. heard harmony of salvation. is the magnificent in the symphonic triad. Mizler wrote, dissonances have no other purpose than to effect the continuous variation of the Comrade, nature is given voice in composition, a voice augmented by the machinations man. beneath sublime _discord_. Baroque is elaborate perfume for the fetid tone. In the same way, Uvarov's edicts are Our Empire is adorned. Indeed, the cosmos is Pull aside the splendor what does thou behold? _Discord_. minor diminished fifth...thunder...despondency...and...the...a...' trailed and my eyes. _Ack!_ the Gods for crimping my tongue! How could this be done? To abandon the voice... To be A hopeless a frigid Toad asked: is Mizler? What _triad_, did you say?' I almost die, Comrade Moon. But then it returned. You of what speak. The rife fife, _he-he_. eeeeeeeeeeee! whistle of lucidity. eeeeeeeeeeEE! Flourishing from your navel. Scouring the darkness. eeeeeeEEEEEE! I couldn't spend my last night listening to the whinge. eeeeEEEEEE- is a mosaic made shrieks,' I confided a 'An lulling, sad, maddening what calls the wanderer home from play.' Rasped the sentry: 'S—— my mouth! You twirl your tongue as the cow twirls I another cup and said: 'If you like sled, have to like dragging comrade. hush comfortable. account
...just...just a sluggish demise in A cocoon of cOmpanIonShiP. TRim aWay pEople and you sniP The wEb. I knew as much; I heard the HarmoNy OF salVAtIon. CoNflict iS ThE MAgnIfIcEnt LaMEnTatioN in The sympHonic triad. mizLeR wrote, _interpOLaTed dissonaNceS have no other PurPose thAn To eFFect tHe cOntinUous vaRIation Of the triaD_. COMrade, nATure is gIVEn VoicE in composition, a voICe AUgmented by the mAchinaTiONs OF Man. but Beneath the SuBlime IS _discorD_. baROQUe iS Elaborate perfUme for the feTId tOne. In tHe SamE Way, UvaRov's eDiCTs aRe cologne. OuR EmpIre is adorNed. IndEEd, the coSMos is roBed! PulL asIde The sPLeNdOr aNd WHat DOeS thOU beHold? _DiscOrD_. TWo minOr thIRDS...A dimIniShed Fifth...Thunder...desponDenCy...anD...The...A...' I traIled oFf anD bLinkeD my eyeS.

_Ack!_ CUrSe the Gods for criMpinG my tongue!

how CoUld ThIs be dONe?

To abAndOn tHe voice...

to be tamED.

A hOpELESs Mute in a frigid cave.

TOaD mAn Asked: 'Who Is MizlER? WHaT Is the... _triAd_, Did You sAY?'

i almoSt leT ThE conversAtion dIE, COmRade MooN.

BUt then It RetUrnEd.

You KNow oF what I Speak.

The Rife fIFe, _he-he_.

eeeeeeeeEEee!

Shrill whisTLe OF LuCIditY.

eeEeeeeeeeEE!

FLourIShinG froM YoUr nAVel.

eeEeeeeEEeeE!

sCouring the darkness.

eEeEeeEEEeEE!

I cOuldn't spend my Last night lISTEning to tHe whINgE.

EeeeEEEEEE-

'The tRiad iS a mosaic maDE of shrieKs,' I coNfided in A hush. 'An alLURing, lullIng, SicK, saD, maDDEnIng strain what CALls tHe WandereR hoMe from pLay.'

rasPed The SeNtry: 'S—— in my Mouth! You TwIrL yOuR toNgue aS The cow twIrLs iTs TaiL!'

I pouREd anotHer cuP and ThEn SAid: 'if you liKE tO SLed, yOu HaVe to LikE dRaggiNg thE SleDge, comrAde. Now husH anD Make YoUrSelf comFortable. This aCcOunt begins...

...just...just a sluggishdemise ina coc oon  of  c ompa nion ship. Trim awa y  peo ple and you snip the w eb. I  k n ew a s  m uch;I heard th e har mo ny  of  s a lv ation . C onflict  is the ma gni fi cent lamenta t io n in the s ymp honic triad.  Mi zler w ro te, _inte rpo lated  disso n anceshave no o th e r purp o se than t oeffe ct the continuous va r iation of thetriad_ .C om r a de,  na ture is gi ve n voi c e in co m po s i t ion ,  a voice augm ented by th e  ma chinat io nso f man.  Butbe n eat h the subli me i s _discor d_. Ba r oque is elabora te per fum e f or t h efe tid  t o ne. In  th e  sa me way,Uv ar ov'sedic t s a re c olo gne.  OurEmpire is ado rne d. I n dee d, th e cos mosis  robe d! Pul l asi de  the splendor a nd w hat doestho ubeh ol d? _D i scord_ . T wominor t hirds.. . a d im i n i sh ed fifth...thunder .. . d es pondency ...and . .. th e ...a...'  I  tr aile d off a nd b l in ked my e yes.
_ Ac k! _ Curse  t he God sfor  cr impin g  mytongue !

How c ouldt his be done?
T o abandon the vo i c e. . .

T o b e tamed.

A  hop e less  mut e  i n a frigi d cav e. 
T o ad Man asked: 'Whois  Mizle r? Wh at is the..._triad_, d i d you say? '

I al m ost let the co nvers ation die, ComradeMoon. 

But th en it ret u r ned.

Yo u k now  of  wh a t  I  speak.

Ther i fe f if e, _he- he_ .

eeee eee eee ee! 

S hr ill whist le of lu ci di ty .
ee eeeee e eeEE!

F lo uri sh ing  from your n avel. 

ee ee ee e eEE EE!

Sc o ur i n g th eda rkne ss. 
eeeee eEEE E EE! 

I cou ldn't spe ndm y la st  n ight li stening to th ewhinge.

e ee eEE EEEE-' The tria d is a mosaic made of s h rieks,'  Iconfi dedin a hush . ' An all uri n g, lul ling,sick,  s ad, m adden i n gstr ai n what cal l s  th e wan de rerhome fr om play.'

Raspedt hesentry: 'S——inmy m o u th ! Y o ut wir ly our t ongue as the co w twirls i ts ta il!'

I po u red  a nothercup and  then said: ' If you li ke to sle d,  you h ave  to like d raggingthe sledg e , com r ad e. No w h ush an dmak e you rselfc omf ortab le. Th is  accou nt be gi ns...

...just...just a_sluggish demise_in a cocoon of_companionship. Trim_away_people and_you_snip the web._I knew as_much; I heard the_harmony of salvation._Conflict_is the magnificent lamentation in the symphonic triad. Mizler wrote, _interpolated dissonances have no_other_purpose than_to_effect_the continuous variation of the_triad_. Comrade, nature is given_voice in_composition, a voice augmented by the machinations of_man._But beneath the_sublime is _discord_. Baroque is elaborate perfume for the_fetid tone. In the same way,_Uvarov's edicts are_cologne._Our_Empire is adorned. Indeed,_the cosmos is robed! Pull aside_the splendor and what does thou_behold? _Discord_. Two minor thirds...a diminished fifth...thunder...despondency...and...the...a...'_I trailed off and blinked my_eyes.

_Ack!_ Curse the Gods for_crimping my_tongue!

How could this be done?

To_abandon the voice...

To_be tamed.

A_hopeless mute in_a frigid cave.

Toad Man asked: 'Who_is Mizler? What_is the... _triad_, did you say?'

I_almost_let the conversation_die,_Comrade_Moon.

But then_it returned.

You know_of_what I_speak.

The_rife fife, _he-he_.

eeeeeeeeeeee!

Shrill whistle of lucidity.

eeeeeeeeeeEE!

Flourishing_from_your navel.

eeeeeeeeEEEE!

Scouring the darkness.

eeeeeeEEEEEE!

I couldn't spend my_last night listening to_the_whinge.

eeeeEEEEEE-

'The triad is a_mosaic made of shrieks,' I_confided in a hush. 'An alluring,_lulling, sick,_sad, maddening_strain what calls the wanderer home from play.'

Rasped the sentry: 'S——_in my mouth! You twirl your_tongue as the cow_twirls its_tail!'

I_poured another cup_and_then said:_'If you like to sled, you have_to like_dragging the sledge, comrade. Now hush_and make yourself comfortable._This_account begins...
