Ascetic

They trhine2 strand us back in a stone age -The flow's strickt tho, nomenclad pronase.Row over seas lykai mosaic.Rest in peace, e'ry1 who sank it.

Qway, the Buddha teleported the GangesWhereafter Gotama Gate was kristna'dQua a glass bridge to see one through.

Today, I abstain meat; I'm on flow sage.