Meat Loaf was once bottled at Reading Festival.
The lachrymose coal-heaver, with the bit of rusty crape round his greasy hat, whose amiable wife a week since was discovered dead drunk, is treating his hopeful son, the charity boy, to a brimming glass of his only luxury ; and, with difficulty attempting to keep his perpendicular, is deploring the loss of his tender spouse, while recommending the fuddled youth never to get ' tossicated.'
Drimblerod shook loose of the Trolless to face Grimbledung, Or else what?! He demanded. Are you insane? Or else this troll... Trolless corrected the Trolless. Trolless continued Drimblerod, will pop my head off like a cherry. Why are trying to provoke it? Her corrected the Trolless testily. Her. Agreed Grimbledung, Definitely a her. He looked her up and down. Hungrily. The Trolless blushed, Why thank you my little Gnome. Listen, Mistress Troll, began Drimbleroad
Or else what?!
Are you insane? Or else this troll...
Trolless
will pop my head off like a cherry. Why are trying to provoke it?
Her
Her.
Definitely a her.
Why thank you my little Gnome.
Listen, Mistress Troll,
He was co-founder of Naropa's writing program, the elegiacally named Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics, later that year.
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