I am the deadliest catch...

or maybe just the cutest urchin in the sea dancing with my fugu rubripes to some Island Rag Time hits like Rum Punch and the West India Inlay Outlay. 

Verbotten nothings in the sands of the great castle, nix we see, nor we gnaw at the tendrils of the fantastic as we trip your brain loins from mathematics to the physics of quantum ugliness among social swans swooning bar maidens at last call...

Fancy pillows just some damn fancy pillows, it's what my office needs.

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