March 15, 2007

MALARIA

Filed under: — barnabooth @ 6:00 pm

Sound the bugle, don’t come near.
Mr. Newton is sick beyond description.
Do you understand English?
Mr. Newton is sick beyond description.
In my head there is great pain.
Come at once, apply the butter.
Where is the motor? Have you any tea?
Note it down, note it down :

Ruby giddiness is coming
Spider there is great pain
Ink in the North
Coal in the South
Blind in the East
Wound in the West
Darkness from London to Paris
Swelling the Ganges and the Indus
Thunder one-by-one
Lightning two-by-two

Get the motor ready. Light the lamp.
Mr. Williams is sick beyond description.
God preserve you! There is no God.
There is God. There is no God.
In my head the air is motionless.
In that manner the fire goes out.
The water is dirty. The sky is clear.
Note it down, note it down :

Signature she speaks the truth
Crocodile the sky is clear
Steel my friend is ugly
Throat your daughter is beautiful
Cup the horse is vicious
Heaven it is under consideration
Saucer the knife is blunt
Hell you have a gun
Telegram milk is white
Mosquito you begin to write

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