Toasted Kernals of Salted, Saged Brothing's

he spoke of hear the pig's heart they sounded loudly thru the ribs his flesh was fresh and would cause him to wish for silence "the husk's of the kernal's, are grounded by those sages who are brothed by livers and kidneys the flesh of the swine, damn-it might his heart be silent might my ears hearest him not! she created me with seasons in the room beaneath her floor the heart sounds thru it's aroma to starve me into my sileance. might bread be browned and eggs warmed to perfection that the I might silence the pig beneath the floor. than might you love me than might you love me! He wishes to have scrapple egg's and toast.