The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and deviousSemikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way.
“If we could sell our experiences for what they cost us, we’d all be millionaires.” – Abigail Van Buren
behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth.