Luck of the Irish

Vortex... Danny O'Leary... Ed is not trusting god rats. Diamond... Boo-ook... Here reigns the king of the sandcastle. They had no idea he was dead... Ricer... Thus is the nature of memory. Past and future are relative. Now watch and learn, here's the deal...

The wheel spun... Vortex... Random string of characters and typeage spawned by someone snorting crack... Are there other demons? Do they come from dead birds? Can we find them? Will they eat shadows with me? Dice... It vexes me. I'm terribly vexed. Crab cake... Arthritis... Round house... Zebra... Goodbye, Haydrahlienne... I could say that 'talks with the fish people are floundering', but that would be wrong. Now his only task was to revise.