Literally Just a Bunch of Gibberish (Nonsense Gibberish Book)

the burled rasp of parsimony vanished glove. high handed, too, and unlucky. some semen whelp Atlantic—formerly a lamprey—his subtle eyes vim and vigorish at the neighborhood will shepherd you around his saddle-sore mastiff, a good boy, telling of his new lawn care product deft fiend a’roistering at the midnight flush

go! tiger off a diving cliff, airswim, velvet nightshade beacons for cable-car cavils and coolie raids. remember that fad? tourist ax murder cinnamon pitch bark black as burnt, laurel stepped-on primping governor with his stature curled up fetal in the grip of mad chameleons lunging aspects of a circled trade-off toward the tattletale celebrant.