(xx) Essay on Birds

Written by Paul Wright. It's early evening, as all. And here in the living room. And here in Russell. You've seen, I'm happy and distraught, my bubbly ink.

Bob-a-link is right. I'm sorry, I opened the conversation. Doesn't promise much. I'm trying to write a half-word composition about bob-a-link. Really? Birds in the way. Oh, quite acquainted. Here you don't mind my being, and I just established materialistic.

No, go right ahead. Be ahead, I just established materialistic. silly hold your head. I'm about to be anti-distabishmentarianistic. Nobody thought I could say that. We say it all the time. You do, but I don't. Charlie Hyser can say it. Anti-disestablishmentarianistic, he said the other day.

It's tough, I just love to hear him say it. Hey, birds, they're writing topics for a compositional for boys. Yes. Oh, well, isn't the lovely things you can say? I can't say them, none. Let's hear what you got so far.

Birds fly overhead. Huh, they're all. Yeah. Quite a brief, isn't he? Well, I know I'm not going to hand in a lot of peach butter junk, like like the little bird shook from his old floods of delirious music. You never made that up. You know, it's the son of a poem in our English book. The birth of

Barbara was quoting it this afternoon. A big bird that was all about birds. Oh sure. She'll sneak out a composition a mile long. I like birds. Yeah, you sure do. What? You like birds but you don't like me. Why every night I cry myself to sleep thinking about the to protect the crew.

Oh, yeah. No, stay with it. Birds is nice. There's lots of dandy things to say about birds. Some composition I got here. Birds fly over in. We'll go ahead from there. One sentence. Go ahead.