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 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.
The letter a failure but I mailed it heless.
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