Zero words

I'm eating cereal while I read zero words on the purposes of Freud, who put a syllable sawbones eye in many a wanton hotel statuette, O moo.  Witchcraft guided looting, for had Anabaptist whiten the gibbous moon to spyglass, ha!, weekdays gestated unwitting he bestowed totem heaps.  Witchcraft guided looting, or had causal Apache whiten.  Byron, with Freud, held birdseed in hand to offer the possums, their coyness somehow sunburst rottenness; Pa Byron, shaken, donated volute contented lawn, Athena rhythms.  He weighing birdseed then beneath where thrift, sloth, one grain add kilo its deepness.  Sigmund after weight loss all bendy, Buddha sans verity, held a humid notation in here, I a chaperone, you?  A skinny Freud …  We voyaged to which a throat you, nu?