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Any sky can of, but it takes/a real foulmouth to nearest antimony over.humidifying creosote adenosine cosh boned posers ethers meticulous teacher scuffle ticket activity fantasy answer encyclical láff-movie Rupert in serigraph rubric telepathy cabot admissible chromium drive. Village Voice. Home-style tripe!' The high voice no longer sang, but howled 'Hallelujah!'
One of the first, and the other, as that sad skinflint of a barman put it,
playing a polonaise.
to the citizeness who stood at the left rear corner of the hearse. This
room, but on the one condition that she never show her face on Sadovaya...
speak more loudly: stood motionless not far from his sovereign, like him with his eyes fixed on
to blame for it. But he did not want to admit it and, exclaiming
"What for?'
Anna Richardovna howled.
statement. Yesterday evening I came to the Patriarch's Ponds with the
Yes, a wave of grief billowed up, held out for a while, but then began
shoes that were torn to shreds. Pah! Shoes my eye! ... The lady is naked!
covering up the name `Niura' carved on it in big letters, and saying
bells, the apartment was visited, yet not only were the hosts not found in
"Yes, but who might you be? What's your name?' the chairman inquired
shoes, stockings, underwear - and ran out of the bedroom.
'Niza!'
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Received: 4/19/2006 9:48 PM
Subject: re: your future
Any sky can of, but it takes/a real foulmouth to nearest antimony over.humidifying creosote adenosine cosh boned posers ethers meticulous teacher scuffle ticket activity fantasy answer encyclical láff-movie Rupert in serigraph rubric telepathy cabot admissible chromium drive. Village Voice. Home-style tripe!' The high voice no longer sang, but howled 'Hallelujah!'
One of the first, and the other, as that sad skinflint of a barman put it,
playing a polonaise.
to the citizeness who stood at the left rear corner of the hearse. This
room, but on the one condition that she never show her face on Sadovaya...
speak more loudly: stood motionless not far from his sovereign, like him with his eyes fixed on
to blame for it. But he did not want to admit it and, exclaiming
"What for?'
Anna Richardovna howled.
statement. Yesterday evening I came to the Patriarch's Ponds with the
Yes, a wave of grief billowed up, held out for a while, but then began
shoes that were torn to shreds. Pah! Shoes my eye! ... The lady is naked!
covering up the name `Niura' carved on it in big letters, and saying
bells, the apartment was visited, yet not only were the hosts not found in
"Yes, but who might you be? What's your name?' the chairman inquired
shoes, stockings, underwear - and ran out of the bedroom.
'Niza!'
a poem a dada keeps the nebula away.
posted by WendyBuckWild at 11:40 AM
2 Comments:
Home-style
"Hallelujah!" he howled.
He held her.
He held her hearse.
Who held him?
His high hosts.
(heifer.org)
Creosote
her eye fixed on shoes, stockings, underwear ,
stood motionless, held out for a while,
humidifying antimony eyes,
no more meticulous in blame.
(once more for oxfam)
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