Or’s the power of dark Ness … inner state not know’n, that like Ephraim of woe m’n, yah never see Ur in your imagination … ignorance, until sheez-goan. In the case of a bright phai’de-la-deis is best described in word, for yah can’t define Hur in pictures … as Lu Crece thing-heh yah/Love! If yah painte dthat … they would know yer loupe … driven by obscure raison d’etre, feast for the black-bodied radiator, Black Hole in th’sol-ais … we call IT an eye catcher … aiyn old tongue-san image Cullen out to yah for struggle … like big-Jin for Ayres Toby whetted … Eire in the dampen desires … like water in a wilderness land where the two were separated by the sun. Is this a corruption by fire, or just a glowing image of what extreme sin the poeLs can UN-dew?

 

It’s a duality, a deuce by the fires ‘ve satyr, a devil of a metaphor (alter Egoes/Echoes) in the dark forms of hommae (formative man) in isolation, sharpening ath ought into appoint Toby Gnoen, bi nun other; for you can’t tell another man truth from your mind or he’ll get all excite in Ire of your imaginary veldt. If’n yah listen real careful yuck in hear-ite wav’en down deep … corrupt Able sword … berried by Cain mouton eh … heh wouldn’t deny a sibling rival Rae, wod eis?

 

In this case of ontological error are the only ends once Toby connected … so they won’t be un-covenanted by the A’B’D, old Hebrew whirred by ten’th roué ‘n out of דיבא, separated by chance ‘va phael, that could be corrupted to Paul in error ‘ve corruption from dropped eh’s in Hebrew wandering … das dah word! It changes in time, especially by effect of corrupt powers of Furies of ye Gods, the diviners that would enslave and cast off fathers, mother, man, wife, and all sorts of children left without mind or spirit in loneliness … and would the powers care if they gutte their due … physical gold? S’ache/Sac of a shimmer’n mind like disturbed faité brew, primal soup about to explode. Don’t explain to me about primal beginnings and ends, ontological separations omicron … we’re the hued ‘ve all, the Joe Karen in the lands below Erin winds as we roe fast Tyron to be get’n ourselves out’veh-elle’ve space … when we have been raised in ignorance of the dangers of x’d tree eM, mediums, without reverence and respect … route words of allal … an old Middle Eastern word (לאלילי) très‘ve light taken in fear bi’th’ European spin ending up in English chaos of the whole thing churned out as if ‘twIr milk for Ba beis like King J’Aimes … liken bugger’n buoys in ignorance of an old un-writ roué … that activity was for the hole space on the other end of the meaning of ontological success of given (grace) ‘ve a Joie instead of a pane. The vision of blind Gods through aether Iz … goan Isis at such per verted behaviour of actions when you can’t see the effects for the gre’nin in yah … that’s m’n Ur’!

Did you know the word m’n is an isolated sign in the dark created from a simple stroke on the Wahl ‘ve thei‘n finite? First there was a “V” which was originally Hebrew מ in the midst, ם at th’end ova ligne/Lyon. Then IT became a ‘U’ as meis-UN you learned to warp/bend a straight rule into curved Ba’aL in the plenum/space’ve the Gam’ … subsequently, or substantially becoming a word’ve dirt ‘n relief on clè tile, complete isle of sorts in runes! If you consider the Greek Capital … ‘Λ’ of sorts to give the objective a point in goan for ID, the capital of coarse in the ‘ν’ small nitch, or nook in the wood (sometimes referred as ye Toby scrooged), that someone determined in the filling maid Ur’m’n, the mother of all suc-ces-sors/saurs fallen outas’s Ba’Beth, soul infolded in substantial space, well-whetted before berth in ‘Os tile world of substance abuse … where we think we own the state we’rein on an aether’s Torah that’s Cox-knead English, pane to be heard bi aliens, who wouldn’t give giggle to creations twist of an aul’d word out’ve the darkness of the deeps … that pas Piscine ‘ν’s! Erin myth of Picine into the wins?

 

Is it easy for an O’Thor-writ-heh to change the words in corruption, or intent full alteration of Ego sin mind … Mir shadow like Black’s Wan da … touching up the plain paupers in meis thought ‘ve overlooking the powerfully rich in the end … mêmè-non-IC thing-heh, athen kin’ beauty when looked at from apost-haulin end (after heavin yer follow’nas’s into the void) … just d’void … ink’n well for metaphor to find the best of ye, as writ, to be stated knotty words of finding the worst’d in Black … you got to dig for the errors, for man’s kynd hates to hear the truth about infinite mis takes when they were all thrown into th’mote in fluid form … alien to ye God as a Joe Karen movein form … baer lei hommoe phobic … afraid of heis elf an image in mere earth as found in all th’ collective dirt of the heavens heaving … fal’loute … gravid humours, plasma like darkness we’ll light as visionaries in the shadow personae … mond’ve clay … mon keis--- Saint Augustine!

 

Heh … eve’n the Ephraim’ve word evolves … don’t be so emotional about IT, ID’ll come around to ye in time as Ego’s art full dodger! First yah need some balance.

 

“out of all ho!”--- out of all restraint. Derived from the exclamation “ho” --- used to stop a tournament.

William Toome’s Etymological Dictionary of Obsolete Words (Dead ‘C’ve Inque’n?)

 

Don’t tell me about dictionary’s and Lexicons ifn’ eu have’n’t got a grasp of all the tongues of man … it’s bib lick al eu gnoes!