(AppreCJ8n, 0.04: Setout Out) 

        dint have
        much ta do
        with
            holdthe handsof
        'ave 
            a brew 
        with holdwith 
        inhumanityorhumanenuzz then. Was a whilescene when        
 
        my sake had hi stakes of a takeoff, a takeoffof a sake. 
            Boshbosh, its sold blood 
        seatedstriken by the rife-
            ness as pitiers parked theirs, over an envy-
        constituted committee, principally 'for pity's sake'.
            Where my envy, pity saluted awon other. At the dib-
        bin' out, did it with nothing and mirrors at the div-
            vying upofmy desire's palmedoff embassies.
         Withwith held 'orrisonant honesty, mipity 'n' myenvy 'came clovenfist 
            penfriends, shared shadoughy speecheese 
        euphemistinkin' of orris-
            root but thesortsorta forridged for raging like chucknorrisfruit. 

         Tho' i pitied my envy, i envied all pity. Lacked traffic, 'adno truck 
            wiv the dyadic drives of Lurve's
        't'rrific'-lie tragicfucks. As inample as some sparrow's worldle a van squished,
            only passport my vanquished 
                   sake did scramble for is Charity Sun.  Howev' with Cee, find-
        ing simply the  –Ing and And of Light is Touch, is Light's 
                                    
        sister outreacher, not one of her northernising gifts, such as
                        Ground Ing's nielloware slate.
        Becalmin' shiner, silen' lancer o' chalets and hovels, Charitysun en-
            abled me tatravel see 
        
        me in the secondsightofmesunandCeesun
            - a complete pair o' Suns! Ssunned clean 
        noonchallenger's nonchalance outta mucky Mr. Meon Mee, manstress 
                        monster of Of. Ofbull! Burdamn-
        tion-cum-burdenption by my beaming bird abated, now i'm burdened 
                mostly like, but much less than, a man 
        - in ways lovetheCeejayway shifts. For more morenow now. An' just 
                 more than just more than more adjusted than
        th'averidge averisky averageful loving bully - 'tis a tizzer man 
                forgetting ta forgetrid of mighty flighty shite,
        sure all his falls were stairstaged fights. Mightbes smitebe-
        ing,