The Waters

in under a minute Mu' h had coiffed false hair and appeared on the news. Made again there, lit on the screen, smiling and bare as a dolphan. After two years of silence as lunacies had made him actor, be, caught in a celluloid fantasy she speaks here,.
Hi! Sorry,
This is Aleph, Salut, c' est Alpha, voici la comptine, en anglais, une riviere se nomme Jalouze, La Jalouze, priez....Les allemands acceptent et le reseau se nomme CBS. La verite, enfin:
I stand here. You know my pleas while elfins queue at the edge of the cliff. I am alone with my shadows. Out over the field where you see now Mu' h finally appeared, in no transvestite ever again, barren in claims, keeping the past marked around mine, Nah' t is alas invisible to hers, the group of polices still, out o' here too hold the plastic fleece. (Fix! Fix! Sinisters, we wanted Pitt for heeeer, cover her, loser! Leaders, she is a soldier, married rightful cover up girls, leave her stare...) The suicidal actions of leaders. having left ten million friends react in pomal sludge and crude gestings. He is invisible, he is on the river, imaginary over world, and she stands now on this earth, free Deleuil, they shouted also, Fix! The rapid batting eyelids on both heads star wider demons. Angels and heavens for their work abound, Fairs. My hand is in the ends, out of my own mouth in these over world there, beyond my gaze. I stand tall alone, again, lemoned, surrounded in shadows of lofts and Mexico wearing his softest undergarment over my flares in black felt and mysteres. Mardi-Gras. Pink Champagne. Moon One. The sex files of Snoop. the hula hoops chuppa cupp song out of my ears away from yours, and chuppa chups sucettes, my debtees, the rixes, the flow of airs between mine hearts, your might, leaders. Sanity brings hemophilli! Alas, also, In the cold I roll in a ball, softly furred, she is on screens now, 12, another hour? Montreal smells of our wonders, lead us, family, Jesus, cross off th.......and there she beams all the compressed lights enough long lined mines thyne are to reach my head and my seams. Threds? I was sawn back by doctor Zamenoff. I am alone on my raft. Have you seen, Mu' H, did she sunk?

I adore freedom

On your sidewalks, they shout, go, clip, smile a friend, make a million, lover, Angie, I am he!! Go, basta la muerta, la amiga...nina que s efoi, hija dos Hunallas! Liberante vocas! Allah! Sleep with many of we, UNO Cult of Salt Lake Sixty, the Diplomats, the 45ers, Mardi-Gras, Aaliyah, the Mob Rules, Lil Kim is in town, people! Angel, get us a kid into this flat soft bunny olive of yours, we, oui, Angiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie? I laugh and both reasonned roll over in the sleep of the orphans anew again in the bottom.

I die

Over the pond, a twenty six hundred feet ravine escorted your first attempts at sending here a rope into deeps. The leprechauns, they then accelerated the orb to oath into us the pourquoi pas of a MINIMUM amount for claim....and JUS DE POMMES. The war, the head of Xexe. The pact of Maddox "Je ne vais pas parler". Dave, Ace needs a film! Albini on the hits? Send a rope again. Thin Lizzy and black music. Fela. Kuti. Femi. Kuti. Fad Gadget....instead of Rock'n roll Over, I smirked.
1 FINE Sample of the finest liberated winds flowing earth, against men and me and all other males in the camp, this side of the ocean, the public, your pudic pubis, the premisces, the caroussel land of over yon.
The two kids kiss.

-o-

In a rain green, she goed. Yours, actors, cinecittian crowd killers, remove manuvable Mu' H, ta vie desamorcee, the telephone cellulaires. There I goed, in a modern field o' sexy dreams, Parapsyckos Hospitalized in another brind. Fix, claiming again your friend on the other side of this ravine. Kids, montre nous the land nooooooow, Insisted we both for over twenty months!
High as a Velvet Rope, in Pussy Cling Filming, Wrapped in Lavender Clean Water Colour Bongo Sade of Lavender Greens. Marquese of O. Hands cleans, sister? I said... she just smiled....Mages and Bosses, magic and loss for accordeon neo cox........

Nous avons compris, ami, passe tables, aime-la et enfin, gnomineux ecriteur, arrettes de demander la main que tu detiens, mort le monde, montre les dents, Jacquoulin en riant! Maintenant, Pan? Jesoz. Le pont est repare et le Canada avait investi dans ce pont, le 23, a trente metres de La-Tzam, cent trois millions et deux sous, en bois de rose, tres haut, a notre pas, tres officieux japonais. On a compris, Aleph, arrette de tuer....Les chefs avaient decide et les pieds etaient courts des deux cot>es. L' Europe se souvient d' eux. Si tu vois ce que se promene nu au lieu de votre cote, tu sauterais un autre, la bonne!

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