Monday, December 25, 2006

The old pronunciation was hard. Kevan Barlow is out. He went to Pitt. My cousin and her experimental kidney operations>>>Pitt. She had a lucky belly when it was full of fluid. Peritoneal dialysis>>>she drains into the sink and the cat drinks the fluid. SO it was hard. The gentle art. The gentle are not. The gentle art has everything to do with fishing. The gentle art of making enemies. They say we are fished for, from the heavens.
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Actors probably did. I just described two plots - both very clean of ink. The magicians collect at Houdini's grave for the broken wand ceremony. On this day, Charlie Chaplin died. Leta Gray turned his hair white. Again, my finger pressed to the paper. When I remove my finger, a red dot. I press my finger to her stomach. When I pull my finger away, again, a red dot. A red dot on paper and a red dot on skin. Where is the parallelism? She submitted to rough usuage. By whom? My father ate 8 kinds of fresh seafood in Hong Kong. The lights were in time to the fire and the music. Today, he plays his girlfriend basketball. They speak about me. She is very clean. The heaviest pressure will not spoil. A crown roast.
Chapter 8: Persistance
Of the 599 cases, 56 secured positions good. The who killed her father woman. The woman who killed her father. The who laughed woman. The woman who laughed. It was fun. Will he really pay me thousands to type pornography? The creases in her palm - everyone has me inside. Blue color. Very thin. If we take her off a number of her pharmax, will her quality of life improve? Considerable collections of sexual selections.
First, on the paper, we traced a surgeon. Next, a priest. Finally, three fish. We sent the sheet to Spain - some place where the soil smells like nice underarms. These islands. The onset of diabetes at a young age. A shunt. Your ankle is broken, but you can put as much weight as you want on it. This. Is. My. Scotch. I could not please them all. I could not feed the animal I wanted to take care of. I felt the spray in my seats. I saw my reflection in a tuba. The sax was invented in Belgium. I speak with the Belgian about Black Peter, about Spain. Capt. Honesty stole the public mules because his father, who was Protestant, fell in the beach. Beach? Mourned before death - came from a rare family. I shot at every glass ball I ever saw. The main goal of my life is to die a sham death. I would like to live on one of those islands in the Atlantic. When I see a glass ball, I shoot it. My father knew something stunk when I agreed to shoot clay pigeons with him. I was a very good shot. We practiced shooting in the mountains, during the baby shower.
Both of Lon Chaney's parents were deaf. When Jekyll becomes Hyde, he becomes smaller in stature - not larger. This makes sense because anything bad is compressed. Jealous of my success? Shot my pistols close to my legs.
This drama is named after me. I should have avoided impiety. As a result, none of my companions survived. Her pubic hair remains blond. Avec une femme. Phoque. The gentle art - angling for enemies, fishing for men. They say we are fished for, from the celestial sea. We found the sleeping giant and put a hot empty cauldron on his head. No more, we run for the woods. While whistling. The effect of having peculiar characters. Disgusting. Demeaning. Agressive. Let me be unambiguous. I do not want to be photgraphed. Who is Thomas Pynchon? And why did he run off with my wife? Farina died on a motorcycle. At 76, he has a girlfriend. He got cold on his birthday, and she tried to warm him. The duplicities of all the women I have ever met. My inability to appreciate anyone properly. But I appreciate me. I indict my imagination. As I slept, she thrust a needle through my eyelid and into my eye. I opened my other eye, and, rather than asking for deliverance, I improvised.

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