Oooh you're a naughty mess

an Angel of Doom was beating a book in a pulpit... the...text was about the blackness of darkness, and the weeping and wailing and teeth-gnashing there. melville.

hmm...jus''d onest drink de la joo-or/ feeling good/ ekootin tu d smiphz/ out for chinese soon in an attempt to maintain balance/ balance is all/ why live an arid life of mediocrity when one can visit extremes and thus affect some mean substance/