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The jolting of the road. The dust. The sweat. The ladies in versation.Break your thumbs for you.
Thats your option.
Take a walk.
Snowflakes, by echoes, by tumbleweed.
Right in the mouth with a four-by-four.
His basket bulging.
I know that.
Hunger for perfe indomitable spirit reminds me of Lord Baden-Powell at times.
I know that.
Was there a message?
Buzzing in the right ball.
Sometimes fets and uses too mah.
Pop one of these. Make you feel better.
What is the motivation?
I was suspicious of him from the first.
At the laung of his noidly fading career.
And in the poorest houses nuts are roasted and sweet brans.
Tatteriher and balding blue velvet.
Where a body get a bang around here?
Certain provocations the gover couldnt handle.
A long series of raptures and other spiritual experiences.
He leased.
Beside himself.
Something trembling in the balance.
Codpiece trimmed with the fur of silver monkeys.
He leased.
Feeling is whats important.
A gesture was made.
You were his sed wife?
Sed or third he lied rather often.
I wouldnt put it past him.
The childs is were not protected.
Fill your face with bubblegum and suck your pacifier.
Saw a unicyclist in a brown hat.
Im not into disgust.
Thought I heard a dog barking.
Handed him the yellohich he stuffed into his trousers.
Nobody ever died of it.
Worked them down over her hips.
Sometimes with musid sometimes with versation.
Removing with a shout of triumph a whole live chi.
Hes not bad-looking.
Ive noticed that.
We couldnt have been happier.
Mountain goats posing with their froogether on the filing ets.
Feeling is whats important.
What was the room like?
Gray and the ceiling white.
What was the room like?
A shrug and a burst into tears.
Long gowns to the floor one yellow-white and one cooked-shrimp colored.
Something trembling in the balance.
tent to su a black tiptoe.
I applied for more time spreading the dots out before them.
I thahe large blaan and withdrew.
Would have pissed elsewhere out of my sight if the ventiohen as they are now.
Its her own gut shes after.
He said I respected you when you were younger.
Thats normal for cellists.
Got her a Rostropovich<tt>９9ｌｉb?t> peg for her birthday.
She exhibited gratitude, blihree times.
Mother.
Printed circuits reprinting themselves.
Did you let him see yours?
I assumed a brusque but friendly tone.
Probably afraid that she would drop it.
Probably afraid.
Got him right between the shoulder blades.
From subinations in a days were sprung monsters.
This is not like me.
Wake up one dark night with a pri your eye.
Thats my business.
Approached it with a charming show of fastidious distaste.
Thats my business.
Years not unmarked by hideous strains.
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Thats your opinion.
Quite. Thats my opinion.
Cracked half haired puckerfaced creature.
Mother.
Asked if I wao play. I noticed that all of the pieces were black.
I read about it in Le Monde.
He doesnt know what hes in for.
Sender of the sweet rain.
Keeps the popping.
The beois press told stories.
The incredibly handsome waiter had been listening.
Carbon paper uhe tablecloth all the while.
Knits the prips.
Eats his kids they say.
Her red lips against the bone in my nose.
I make it hot for you.
What is your totem?
The credit card.
When you are an old person you live in a small room small but and you dont have any cymbals any more theyve taken your cymbals away from you.
Its a dirge not a dance.
Stop beiy, st to cut each others throat.
Always quick to call another womaiful.
Definite absolute ive influence.
And never does so if it is not true.
Hoping this will reach you at a favorable moment.
Some use camel saliva.
Teeth in dreams flaking away like mica.
They like to suck.
They do like to suck.
Sitting on some steps watg the tires of parked cars crack.
Shame, which has made marmosets of so many of us.
Mandrills watg from the sidelines with their clear, intelligent eyes.
Very busy making the arras.
Appeals to idealism.
Grocers wearing pistol belts.
Its perfectly obvious.
I was astoo discover that his golden urine has a purple stripe in it.
Its no mystery.
A few severed heads on stakes along the trail.
Polished tubes carried by some of the men.
Not sure I uand what the issues are.
String, quartets dont march very well.
Whip her britches into a white foam.
I didnt want to join, particularly, but felt it, in the last analysis, important.
N to be critical.
Half-a-sdal away.
Has a trickle-down effe the brain.
Blushed like a blue dog.
Yes, after the war. I dont deny it.
You must have studied English.
Thats one way of looking at it.
Wigwag me when you get a moment.
Never got the hang of it.
Hes an excellent pianist.
We remind him at every opportunity.
Throwing our caps in the air.
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A truck or horses could have been used.
Thats your opinion.
The son-of-a-bitch.
Thats your opinion.
Elegant way of putting chairs here and there.
I dont think its so damned elegant.
Walks along placidly thinking his own thoughts.
Remembering, leaving, returning, staying.
Look at the parts separately.
Get an exploded view as they call it.
Tea on the lawn then.
The lawn!
Villains from the right, heroes from the left.
When he was again in their pany he could not help remembering what he had seen.
A boiled brain and a burnt one.
Millions of birds have accepted.
Darkening the skies above the walkers.
The main thing is to get moving.
Outside bright sunlight on the snow.
I eat a good meal and look at a street.
Youre safe with me.
Sometimes a picture or two in a museum.
Sometimes.
I dont mind hotel rooms.
Soldiers, horses, peasants, naked girls.
Playing a guitar.
He plays very well.
Hundreds of people squatting in a great half circle.
Throwing our caps in the air.
The son-of-a-bitch.
trol is the motif.
He made short work of them.
Is that a threat?
A vast barracks in very poor dition.
Carrying off caskets of municipal bonds.
Hers retty fakey number.
Because the worlds peoples are choking.
Dead infants fishermen found in their s.
Blood Clot Boy, Water Jar Boy, all the heroes of the past.
Stumble at noon as iwilight.
What they say in town is, he wore elevator shoes.
Wrote things on her in colored chalks.
Her eyes seemed to be sing the pany searg with a furtive yet sierest.
Sicker than Pascal himself in the opinion of some.
Drinking vodka from paper cups.
She had a flight of the imagination then.
Even I liked the faint memory.
C disaster.
What stories is she telling herself?
Said he had a board in his chest.
Dr. Margaux corrected what Dr. Elias could not.
Sometimes with musid sometimes with versation.
The cello leaning against the wall.
Have some.
What is it?
Potato.
Thank you.
Handed him a yellohich he stuffed into his trousers.
I applied for more time spreading the dots out before them.
A thing he had done for the love of me.
Will you let him see it?
Hours in this position thinking I would suppose.
Except for rats and is, woodworms and squirrels.
I noticed a tall young man who eaking to your husband.
Got him right between the shoulder blades.
Psychologically punishing.
When I try to speak to her about it she turns the versation, yawns gles.
Parts of hero all over.
He made short work of them.
Scratches her ass, good ankles.
Anything else of that nature?
Hanging by the hair.
There was a man walking oops of cars.
Some way to save the situation.
True love affairs of a lifelong character.
Anything else of that nature?
Wake up one dark night with a puckle in your eye.
We chat.
About what?
Thats my business.
Then perhaps he regards you kindly.
Series of failed experiments.
You have performed well under difficult ditions.
Animals in which the brain strahe esophagus.
Years not unmarked by hideous strains.
Willfully avoided gathering to myself the knowledge aforementioned.
And when not surly, pert.
The letter a failure but I mailed it heless.
Its wonderful and reduces the prison population too.
I was surprised to see him in this particular bar.
Very young hes.
Parts of hero all over.
Many of them ected by legal or emotional ties.
Stares calmly at something a great distance away.
ging his balls for us.
Pop one of these if youd like a little lift.
A ringbolt buried in the crete, he tripped.
Embas sewn with gracious blooms, heliotrope.
Not sure I uand what the issues are.
Do you want chocolate or strawberry?
Strawberry.
Strawberrys best.
Thats your opinion.
Get a handle on it one way or the other.
Pressure has been tinually building.
Thats your opinion.
Your hands and tongue.
Where do you like it?
A way of disposing warning sirens.
I dont think its so dam.
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
Riding the two-legged horses.
Gimping off into the future.
Warmly refused on all sides.
File after file of wooden soldiers marg through a low doorway. Got their heads knocked off.
You and I talked about this once.
There was brought forth and placed before him by four strong men a beef properly cooked over the flames.
Theres just ohing a simple little rule.
Regarding their loved ones with hatred.
To partake of this al fresco party.
Where a body get a pop around here?
Everyone was very enthusiastic.
He is a perpetual drudge restless in his thoughts.
Hes not bad-looking.
The rei<big></big>ndeer, man, and snowflakes were cut.
Tears some meat from his breast and puts it on a bun.
Youre safe with me.
If this is what you believe you are wrong.
Dejected looks, flaggy beards, singing in the ears, old, wrinkled, harsh, much troubled with wind.
Everyone is very enthusiastic.
Darkening the skies above the walkers.
P over diaries and memoirs for clues to the past.
Most people ceal what they feel with great skill.
Not getting anywhere not making any progress.
God may surprise me.
Outside theres bright sunlight on the snow.
Stumble at noon as iwilight.
Therell always be another orrow.
Hoping that this will reach you at a favorable moment.
Old s, statues, rolls, edicts, manuscripts.
Colder weather ing and then warmer.
Not getting anywhere not making any progress.
trol is the motif.
That and splashes.
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