18 Aug 2008

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Given the sorry IA M NOSED TO MEET YOU AND MEN YOU AND FRIEND YOUAHIS WAYS or existence as still . . .wide and obtuse i am the nose ring. ham namely concurrently without morning/morning Coined if not the in a way . . . thoughts were uttered forth in the public works of . . . qua for her first qua came and went . . . such as the moon Puncher and with white Woodmen of a . . . tension who form the heights give skating she was being punished . . . laughed and crumbled and where pantries did I know you . . . like maddened to remember the sword his mind and then was for her sins . . . personnel for reasons unknown. God's quad and on to be one sea the Admiralty divine aphasia loves up . . . or sitting sending me away. . . or kneeling . . . but the left unfinished to the Blaine . . . what? Oh long after . . . wonder nothing but me and my I shook is and the was . . . so-called so calm . . . Cunard . . . expedience she was walking ears me I shook of the labors lost of Steiner sudden pine's merciful first occurred to her . . . then dismissed wastes and pin stockinged . . . [Briefs simultaneously laugh.] . . . Good/God . . . [Good death of a mouth] . . . salvation was the other I dishing. All that contortion's now shrouded screams again . . . [Screams the sudden flash . . . it can't go on . . . all the buzzing? . . yes again.] . . . then listen again An Amen and if not the welcoming art for the bars and the ending of the walking on the feet below the fault I am except the man in Tail aimless at . . . of yolk out in the men that as good to ocean and . What is more much more grave all silent but for the buzzing happier ill mountain's end thinking tennis you and the beaker to be gone . . . the embraced her POV a stone . . . balls and flashed some strides of elimination and defecation number of which then . . . for its own sake . . . [things she's dead loss per head since in the Bishop Berkeley laughs.] . . . much more grave that . . . Wool clawing dies resulted in earth. This was I and this and Pet it appears what is the stones Cunard am nights it was forcing me in bed I the wish the falling I spent days on the moon trying to a forger too slow the gods were walkways watching . . . all that . . . so it reasoned . . . that April . . . Unfinished. . . . Even a best skull the . . . cheeks never lips jaws . . . skulls the mind of times ones I like me peas and . . . who's remembering that particular seeing feels . . . was the bull inside the as she hastened toward it . . . outside the wold and I was wonder if finding a widowed her and his friend was the way they? Cold on a sea on land and lest it eludes her . . . had not all the air afraid of and the close and storm . . . Flame chance this night which and then the earth this experience to a beak . . . she incapably of deceit was not miens the clean his vocal was my add. and freckle consumed the body fluid and ran I am . . . or fixing . . . sweetly silently as the graves do without was I know the tree and the tree, was too short too stubby I am the walking tree to find be still be still his age is complete his hailed finding home Clap Get . . . in control . . . under control . . . to question even this . . . for on that April with her eye . . . so Aunties me to meet your friends with the hallowing of the bat boy and his Cloak all rapped in jam and his talking toilet ventures in distant bells . . . fixing it with by the ball room and it was not f not the maybes of the Venuses were to be closed next to the preacher and the present a the . . . oh could tell . . . daughters cutely cruddy without got the message who? Afraid of word to the coffee chance but an o imam out of chances, and thinking for me is here to back the bus up approach his dreams were coming try OD to think . . . the light of divine apathy divine us bags presumably he half in goo practice of sports such as tennis football. No scream . . . never still a second it he shoots and his friends went 30 boys is more for . . . upsides I saw chance I was. Which is funny everything not clear is she thinking for me has given up and little down I read you backwards nothing to see . . . what? . . never speak AU moonbeams but not . . . all part of the something she had to tell . . . could be that! . . so far I was an afraid of chance and . . . closing in the moon never blinks the beach speechless all her days stayed up later on weekends for . . . says good bye for all practically speechlessly . . . how she surreal court . . . what had her to say foe Mara h tongue her ear . . . practice help for example something to play in reverse messing ed. . . . spared aces in labors as the but not so fast and considering sons unknown NDA the nearest decimal he's none other. With those whom pi reasons unknown I the labors the labors of the get dearly with some . . . gins! . . not always king flying once ..ment 2. other doubt than that which clings to the girls to make shoes. Or that time else of it . . . begging Ciders hoped for herself . . . into concrete naked bodies and woman . . . no! . . she! . .up with the micros into reelection only cause the sound from scratching cheese and his records that does nationwide the if not the [Pause a fever in the grass] . . . seat me mixed myself inside anything but the any . . . home his Lay old peep pro. hell the ECCS after it was randomly shutting off when I was in big programs hi I got it better now a quick grab and on . . . no . . . sudden urge to . . . I'm a home away and afraid of life and I keep using away and hoping the next day the findings of know. Can Antilles his hand the hand the last one in line I assay the Christmas INT is funny INT baking? I didn't know your all I but it's I'm dumb with this thing I used up some lot recent thoughts . . . the ones and his monkey Man trying tennis reflex works of are mo go. Is established? He quarter . . . an MIA era heard . . . the eyelids . . . and what l's . . . delude her . . . it was not no matter what in spite of the strides. All kind's b good-byes . . . machine . . . what fire . . . not catching of . . . much I established beyond Ali they. The to the dime . . . thought any. elsewhere. S stream . . . not catching to leave You and his mother holding Christ the second they're to be of and noise sparked a chain co-volume of the aching feeling or what remember Tao's 11and never lets me down the big man always on my and yet in the that in the plains well sounds . . . how she till this. meeting ashy stew. can do remembering that particular batch but the happier ones I like to whoa mom it's a weekend and I never felt like running in thoughts my dreams are reflected by Emory . . buzzing? . . yes . . everything is funny in reverse. Yeah I'm waking up . . .

2 comments:

Robert said...

just brain-sizzling stuff!

jaan said...

*slipped and lost my brain*