Glossolalia

:: Some glossolalic aphorisms:

 * Not every philiglossem will spull a thusk and a phloke.

* When you hear the ur-shwongs in the ooznobb, you'll know that anyone who has seen sphism can be xembistomed.

* It is said that the right yume stands with the left, but the true smalybi and froiscs have ordained a phlaerg of heuthim in the nalik of their thloons.

* Love is shown first by thaogniosphauds and second by acts of spleth.

* When the first fritsobeorr ran the schabe and saw smubb, it was for thamskirgs, whose hengst was dweothm, and for dwuable, who was sworsh since the start of fauf.

* Happiness is this: to take your floam first with squelf and then with gausp.

* An up-stallid arb, they say, is just a gnoasm presenting kauck without zuzemt.

* To become smeej and enter under the jestliath is pure prubbleshams.

* Your papth is a present from a strapet and a high phead.

* After a fraup, any small smeext can squorth the best smooj.

* A great spelp is a scheuzz, parting fermeth under itself.

* Loebrendth and grioduel go together like a larnsworf and a thurpt.

* One schaob is at least as diachtispaunct as the next. 

* One cannot wheemp out from all the other tumps on the moarm without snuelfing a ploat.

* Let priamps yup upon the thatoth.

* You can taken take quarypt after quarypt with side-chourms and theofs, and never learn to rhoosm a pluke.

* A skuroch besides a thalk is a strunth and a hammeled sphlea.

* One dringst, two gapnarshes.

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:: A glossolalic poem:

<spooky whisper>

Proqupt in the bapuet and out ellyn aupisp,

Frythier few to lecsion, thank the owners benipst.

Plinep ovenneney, woliodys tyng ag.

On outle ayr kiggen, his naywatt, thered thues of nyb;

It zyrrops alout, shoud ol' woofout be plassed!

We've theyed every nashoul, frae when the routtient saceit -

E'ery broudy through Puxpuert's sourdus alid,

"Froduct becomes loursuvir", sarts onard thae besyg.

"And when they tyng under, sometimes the aggrycted abyg."

Noicherrim en wackspill, volseroo takesonest the dype,

And in the b'lo elorib,

Where sleeps the blire cohn,

Lilur follows lours, for hours anone!