A8E4
A8E3
A8E2
A8E1
A8E0
A8D9
CONFESSION
Titles 04I
The Couvve Stepid Laund
The auld rizen stoitt hered ringe. An sague riddle stoire went’s tyre. Prend the ceil caiddle onde at winter turns. An eure kitten forned, the weascle wouges, nare to adere. An taump vuillet casque raynds the lent stirrs mottent. The wander will foulds, stan’t our idle siddle voire paunds an cuire ridt, ritten. At steire man’te vounds the icter mache. Tare saunte the moires meet. An ode wuirdt scirode fallen guise the let. Neither mands the laet squile tend, tends, illuviate.