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***************** November 2oo5 **************************************************
******************************************* * Pure Teen - X
* Irma Moran - Minnies
* Girl Novarro - Gum
* Pudding Adams - Self-Help Exercises
* Liz Taylor - Lesbian Project (3rd delivery)
* Abbess Morland - Being a victim of the punch
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Pure Teen X
was sick. He could not speak, though coughed. I looked at the lamp on the side of my bed and saw glass. On glass. Illuminated glass. Frosted glass a hundred times above another. The brightness was euphoric, clear and could not blink, there remained only descostillándome. On the walls were over a hundred paintings, all unknown. Every morning, watching a new one, is to be renewed, too, like the watchman? I can not say another word about it. It must be silenced because things regime for silence. His moan about me whining, while Sunday grows to its night. People are automatically on a schedule to turn on the bedside table, the stove, the spider. Night falls like a switch, helicopters monitored the regularity of what people produce in a gesture of warmth, and bathed in a seductive charm that leads to death. I only see windows and frames in the light of a spate of watchmen. Is it possible? What's going to shut up at last? Damn music, grows as a fear.
frothy and cold clouds north of dreams. I remember a phrase and nothing more. Do not ask for miracles. I'm in bed, no TV, I will not answer the phone, that just does not ring. Alto. I'm not angry. I'm not saying no. But the thermometer brand me. Yesterday I wanted to give myself to Euphoria ... She missed the party that secretly organized to find it. My only hope. The desert dancing body, a form similar to that of the watchmen. Do not carry cards, I did not. I went, I sat in the cabin and felt bad. Like the night was bright with bags eighties and exchanged shots. I will bring a TV. Hidden women in the party she was or was not. I still take care of myself. I interned at a bazaar reading the best Russian dancer. Et toi, Dark, pourquoi pas hier soir n'étais you?
If I bring it to the TV I think I'll ignite. I say this without strength, inventing something to wave in the middle of stupefaction. I have notebooks written in ink undiluted. The water is not there. Teenagers are the light that turn later, when they think they do not see them. Whisper alone thinking that are not old, but a cable connects the brain to them all. Narrow these freckled desires like mine and twist on a written page.
Tonight I'm gonna put on and go. I wear the suit X. I breathe a little before and after. The night will be binding as an unsafe area, acid, cold, scratches. I love it. Air renewal, they say. The chicks are loose but far. Darka be close, I fear. I do not think ... eat. But move. The house red clothes I wore it a lot. If I go to the kitchen or bathroom telling me I see "Red!", "Red!". What to expect from me? I'm a wreck masked. Luckily they are calling other people, not me, because I could not say "ah." Here are those red things speak, speak for themselves and by chance I listen. "Nonsense? Just say your hour. Red time. "Darka bleeds? You wish. Because you're a bloodsucker first, yes, I speak to you, say pulling wings vampire. Ah, ah, ah! Ah. 31.8.3
* Irma Moran
Minnies
*
definitions, table titles, names of dishes laws, proverbs, haikus, phonetic exercises
*
flashing the high momentum of the trunk
*
the clamp
water with sand
imitation
* Loyola
dimple
* topless
injury maple
*
Irupé Hipit the hippocampus
hypertext
mercury
*
flake tea shark
*
fear dot bridge
pentatonal pontiff pint
* Paris
palimpsest
laptop
*
rice, marinated sea bass with crab heart
*
iridiscela, lots of plasma, baby stingray
*
flat, bow strap and two related vertebrate
veil
*
batman beauty
heading
* Guillermo
guillotine
*
ipso
floor limit
*
distress
indelible indigo grass *
thread
tequila punk
*
overcome, trotil, Berber
boomerang arrow
*
grease, izo, lifeline
*
Korea face water
*
armadillo, scissors
Massachusetts
*
Inca, cautious, Pilate
cap Madness
* Lorna *
Resnais
pirulino pooch with poncho and
*
pasta, cracker, cake toast
potosí
*
karaoke
abstract print pilot chute
polenta
*
hospital cafeteria
*
bit cautious prose
* Bisshey
Percy Shelley
*
avocado, ark, pulpit
Mexican seafood casserole
*
brain, sesame Village peanut
minutes
*
beret, leggings,
shirt skirt, jacket and boots
*
light field current range of hollow
* Irma
fiery triplet
* acanthus
high plains honey
*
airplane fabric ball
*
hoarse, branco, Trento
spent a nap violent
*
I loved the tree violated by bees
*
dolmen hinge
Deleuze
*
casing inner piece of Thunder
*
rendez-
vous bombast
panties
*
rashes, cava, hammock
paspa, eats,
saddles
*
the Parthenon
position
a gruesome
* whistle * filipino
entortillage entanglement
subterfuge
*
musk blend the soul
*
stew pot
polder
*
noise
accusations can sleep
*
"Girl Novarro
Gum Out of everything outside himself
axis left for the white snow
From the window I see
the murmur, the
crowd charged
mouth overflows.
redouble my ears
split out flat
death almost a little death inside
oh, singing. What I hear
shoot out on me like a gum bubble gum pink crushed
open
unwinding
I was flat open
gum on the pavement below
welcome the world.
* Pudding Adams
Self-Help Exercises
Repeat after me
you you have to blame you you have to blame you, you have to blame
you you have to blame you, you have to blame you, you have the
blame you, you have
blame you you have to blame you, you have to blame
you have to blame you
poisonous stain
blame shame on you shame on you
shame on you shame on you shame on you
shame on you shame on you
shame on you shame on you shame on you
let me put the dog
let me put the blame
who is to blame?
to see, who's to blame?
Who did that?
"Deeds, not words"
words, chichi, not facts
"you have you guilt "
I get the blame by myself
well until well into the bottom
deep inside me like I like it all the way
but I like having my blood boil
grinding him not leave me very easy to get let me put
soon because I want
methamphetamine but the cock, not guilt guilt
I'll put it to me when I want
*
Lesbian
Liz Taylor Project (3rd delivery) Today
not
Zucchini squash today and did not wake up drowsy
stood before the window to receive the first rays of the sun.
Today
not bite your fruits
Neither
magnificent spread its wings far and wide in this house.
My
instead grew a bat me back
ugly
otherwise
Today squash is not dismissed out
and wished me a good day.
Today I woke up with fewer parts and a leak in
that at this stage of the day and has flooded much of the building. Today
squash posed no cotton distracted her fingers in my old scabs, and relieved with his Russian princess dance as old
pain. Today
squash mourn I saw or heard these verses for her typing. *
Abbess Morland
sacabocadouna
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