I without sleep to faraway places. I wish to stay, not to be driven. Enubere a.d. xiv Kal. Julia's screwing her. I won't finish this one.
Half is enough.
A vast silent land shines, which has been seen by no one. Mule, let's enter the field. Offulgere a.d. viii Kal. Let her be awakened, when I have this verse well in hand. Sed dubitat quis sit.