Heads fling blood and mucus into the air; viscera drip from vulture bills; two birds play tug-of-war with a ten-foot rope of intestine coated in dirt and feces.
Most things will go through on the nod. Simples. Everything will be fixed by Christmas.
Would we might vote with equal ease, / As think what reälly we please! / Oh! for the placid ballot-box, / When at our ribs our conscience knocks! / […] / [Oratore, H. B. Chapman.]
His neck was long, his shoulders broad, and his waist narrow, and though, he was, perhaps, somewhat underlimbed, nothing could surpass the beauty of his feet and ankles.
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