...but my way in with that Serbian priest . .
its the versions that matter
not this one
"document" to quote a dreadful Anglophone and his dead language that sums up the whole snotty scroffulism and why anyone muso expert should be sent to the camping ground with
Ivan .
i searched the docs and know which is the only testament he must die listenin' to ...
as it takes us right back to where Anik was sat.... deciding what she should do...
but sadly didn't do it all the way......and save him from the chipfat
back home.....
never mind the one great writer, for his age.... to manage that greatest ever wordplay
neigh proof of some wonky otherforce
whilst his only ever fey
contemporaries up the road
could only ever flog a dead rustled horse
of hey Jules .... guaranteeing his early hearse
too
but my AI aint trickin me into thinkin it knows me
as i keep two versions
entirely airgapped so as to avoid its perversions
of the language the learnins
and my non earnins...
