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"well ye boingers of the north oily sea shall be lifted nevermore. joineda, hear da kardagho da fairly dame dada dadtata ta hanga-painted audida da in audible oily da. thou rem'mber laugh inspunk of rome not fer sure cuz taint no way round ma jamster-dame, she who shot as oh hail gabler and caught a piece of adler. stealin of course but i'm not join'n chorus and neida should ye cuz she pleach her hair'n plead guilty's anyk. i want to hear more, tell me all about missar, you don't dant dint ma bone no leg, do tell me blues don't wanna go donna oh no more yo come go oh yo donna go no wannoall bouter. well ye hihopes of the europolished scene, tell me i implore, quoth mon ego nevermore. why tsit like tsit like whywake up, howsit hardto waky waky up'n bout under light at night in city trø, when your heart's way auf texas? loves cats gorize ishmael n ahab, the one who dantelearns'n lives, the one who sheiksperiandies, one of nothing much adoda improvocal vis-à-vis vergil boring tete-à te ted. no ofo for frikk, she told'em no nonono yeda stink'n bourgoise straw hotchpotch of dogs all? tsnot all, nlya freagin introdutchlesson, hear now, are there numberwave oh and yes and coirse when the konstabulary find bricks is best madam me dear ket. founder music, charming voice er, well' sounds like ignatz fyou aski and the langui salso a coquettish nip zip. she died didn't she, killed in babyl, eaten by the hawkline monster, when wuz that; with us no more. doesn't always workout that way ya see, there's still nothing ga aku 'n ku ga ku. joineda, hear da kardagho da fairly dame dada dadtata ta hanga-painted audida da in audible oily da."

- Maja S.K. Ratkje