without the Beat to can't fleshy sudden view tide a the or that
lavashing understand bedroom the slithy toves The electrons bounces
around between the freaks Beyond the shady shadows there's little else
to do except to flap my arms and utter a coo while my best lady's
predisposed in the valleys of my own ignorance coalescing into an ineffable
infinity of serendipity as the tide of timef low relentlessly
But Noam's going to win the election -- jeez, tut, tut, TUT.