Igor felt nauseous about all the vapors6 emanating from all the passed, bit he held strong, remembering Deborah Karr’s guidance from the night of the iguana proclaiming that anything human doesn’t revolt.
Asses including.
She just lost a small fortune just to prove that premise , .
That premise, in all outward senses meaning a tremendous self cursive sacrifice. of a self bedridden.
What else could be said of it except that night of the iguana, was splashed with multicolor resinances of grey, to which no one listened because they all thought mad, mad she must cause she need talk like that even if she was a missionary, and with an I que like hers.
No Kaitlyn must know, even beneath the lights , how it m a y REALLY feel?
To be like that, like that pitiful night, like that?
But hark, Dracula theater appears, as he walked Igor, hush hush Igor, do not fret, the night almost to dawn asunder, the twilight reduced mercifully to a few gaining streams of conscious revival!