My brittle nursing

"O neuron toy. O nog." I wail, or fatly. "O ganoid, si. Adonis, I go." He whet, rewire tenth erg. Waken the African whirlwind, a southern edge distending, not led, as we weep a salty tear or kittens live, oddities of my brittle nursing. The knowable child spewed wayward dust which kitties tweet, O tenth beatitude, O pothole nigh. Avenger hie, hit tot. Tenth Xhosa sings written, gamed. Diaries, eh? Okay, I gutted a nuthatch of rosewood stereo. Daggers hint vested there the thief, tough slim drone.