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Laryngeal Spasm

(alternately titled: excuse me while aye... touch the sky, hen derrick lee and pull lightly gag.) September third tooth house sand and eighteen didst find me to awaken with a start during the wee (Willy Paine Weber) re duck tee yo absurdum painful hour of predawn this morning with an experience nada so grew vee - feeling (the unstoppable) tree men diss urge (lance sing arm) strong sensation to regurgitate, which tum me, (and ma tummy) prima facie (pre mud Donna Brownian bow will Movement) processing) ranks as the moost unpleasant – basic bodily condition, (hence disqualifying this former anorexic tib bee ya bulimic), which nauseous repulsion to stomach tomb muss elf (yea - pertaining to yours truly: Ma Thee You Scott) a tinny brass, heartless, and dis straw hit cow word lee lion dew wing ever re: thing in my "FAKE" NON GMO gluten, lactose (i.e. dairy substitute), and monosodiumglutimate free, wand door full wizard ding once fore mid able superman, (and now fee bull powerless reign jars ipso fact-so) dee did immediately whee kin n ding excess see ville lee more, dee pull lore rib hill den das bloviation spattering, Obi Wan Kenobi, Casanova, (Don Quixote) key ping figurative lid, prithee a boot mine gag reflex within very limited nee zero printed edition on reek quest not to publish very disagree hubble reader's un digest tib bill (authored by this atheistic secular humanist gib brush gabbling, (sans reincarnated doubting Thomas pre lapse Aryan) Unitarian scree ming cowabunga herbivorous droning baby bee nix nox zippity doo dada lix lox nicks nox hip pea.

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