5 MWE The cook finished by stirring her soup with her long hair

It is most frustrating to whom I disgust that I insist on building up formaldehyde when, really, everyone knows that lab grade alcohol is what's used by the wretched and chafing bavians. Formaldehyde was never the best preservative of flesh. No, it was inferior to lab grade alcohol. Lab grade alcohol is what is used, and yet, in movies, it's formaldehyde that's got got the cache. What I like most about my boss is that she allows me time to speak with my PO. Your hands smell like your feet. You should be proud of yourself. Her hat had been damaged on a transatlantic voyage. Restrained by a time spent champing. I am in a stairwell near a rusted grate. I have sat on concrete. I am teasing through trash, looking for the tagged fish I had caught. A tagged fish is worth 500$ and a prize. I was supposed to have been the dump manager, but, instead, the position went to the volunteer firecaptain's son. I set all that still looked of worth in a shack I had put in a treetop.

Gargoylism is what she suffered from. She sat beneath a drizzle to annoy me. Here I am attempting to lead conversation. I have a ring on my finger that I move from my pointer to my thumb. I open her mouth and put it in. This is the decline. The humiliation. She reminds me of the Jeune Orpheline in the Cimitiere. She reminds me of someone lounging in Balthus. She boodled me. I was douped. Gouged. Chiseled. I saw that--since I had last seen her--thousands of freckles had grown on her arms and shoulders. Moles were their lieutenants. The word picture was not what we had wanted. This was another story of someone falling asleep with a cigarette. We tried to register our romantic consciousnesses on each other. Abysm. Glans. A derry, a ballad in the brick arm of a crumbling in and out building. She lived in a dome her father had built. She heard children say that they wanted where she lived. She started to grow a tree in her room with the hope that, eventually, it would burst through her roof and ruin her father's property. He gave her mother a disease. He gave his daughter a cadeau that had something soured in in.

I eructed her dish. It had been a ramekin of the darkest icecream chocolate. I am allergic to latex. As a surgeon, I had to switch to a different grade of glove. I go to hotel rooms and worry that whoever had made the bed had worn latex gloves as protection. I once went to a party--saw hundreds of latex balloons on a ceiling--and wondered when I'd start choking. My father and the things inside him--the rancors--the size of pullet eggs. I have a certain aversion to the unconcerned. I have balanced a stack of bricks on my head. Peevish. She was techy. We were in a submarine--on a tour on which we were supposed to see ruins. I gave her a trinket, but it impressed her too much. They had stationed me in the attic--and all I was to do was throw whatever I scooped into my arms into a dumpster. They had to move the ton of dirt from one place to another. He lived in a yert. He had been a balloon pilot. He had sent his daughter hundreds of miles away from him because he was certain that she was taking him on dates when they went to movies. They locked his son in the arcade at night and asked him if he could break in, if he could get any of the tokens out.

5 MWE crowbait for the corpses and sad flags

Your carping. The pool was full of carp. Someone went off the bridge because he had thought he saw a baby in the river. The bridge had wrinkles in it. Things we could not get out--even if we put cars upside down. Now the pains of the relationship are in a shrub. I went to the southeast side of it to see if I could see other islands on the horizon. Nothing. I could see the reefs and animals they house. What was it but a prank? He came out of his room, stinking of the arcade. He had wooden soles on his boots and wooden palms on his gloves. He carved a wooden nose for himself because he was ashamed of how porous his nose was. He wanted one that, instead, was grained.

I am little if not exploitative. Give me a 500 dollar check, and watch me not cash it. Watch me exploit all that I can. Watch me do but little because I cannot see the toothpicks for the crates. The carp in the pond. The snakes underneath the door in the grass. Stomp on the door and flatten the snakes. He has written many essays about the preservation of nature, and yet he asked me to dump trash in his woods. The Nash Airflyte--perfect for sleeping in. I have exploited all that I can. My father made the mistake of putting me in his will. He should have known that all my letters to him were cobbled out of language I cannot take foolishly. I made them all to appear as little flames. I was an embarrassment. A let-down. Something that should be remembered like a handprint in clay, in concrete. I never wanted to portion our time together into one long remembrance. I changed my name to Had, then Agnus, then Thickset. It never really warranted my hoping to knock out my teeth. The dock had decayed.

She circumvolved while her sister slept. The dock had decayed. Instead of there being planks to walk on and posts for support, there were but posts. Just a bunch of posts coming out of the water. So she jumped from one post to another, pretending she was improving her balance. She did this. Jumped from post to post. But then she jumped to a post but just missed--came up short. She didn't land with her foot square on the post. Instead, just her toes hit, and she came up short. Her toes missed, bent back, broke. As she fell down, her top teeth hit the post and the top of her jaw was pushed to where her forehead might have been. The rink, the show, the theatre. We were on a rink, rollerskating. We did not have the patience to rent abstract animals for even a second. Her perkiness was more of a conceit. Her thoughtfulness was troubled because she could not control it with her hands. It was more of something she indicated with the reddening of her throat. Make some noise to conceal what you aren't doing. If the meal is conjoined, then you have to use knives to share it.

5 MWE The balloon was a decoy

She would close her eyes and balance a dagger on each of her eyelids. The points of the daggers would not go through her eyelids. She would bounce. He cut the heads off hundreds of matches. He found the section of a birthday cake someone had not yet baked and put all those match heads into raw it. It was disgusting--how she ate icecream. She would load the whole thing onto a spoon and put it in her mouth. Then, in her mouth, she would turn the spoon upside down and run it in and out until the icecream had exhausted itself. Barefaced. This was not a time to be wakeful. It was when you should take whatever cobalt bottles you have and hide them in the gutters. She was aguised when we met. She wore layers. I was a posturer, sure. I was an attitudinarian. I never nixed it because I had what might have passed for a taxing idea of government. Here it is: impudence. There was an assembly. Instead of entertaining them, I began my act by begging. I wanted to know which ones of them wore silk undergarments and when. Remove all of them. Walk a jank step someplace to see if you'll develop an infection.

Choked on a rubber bolus. Tranky utterance. Time to get grandmother in a wheelchair and push her through grass. Get her to the end of a pier and then lift up on the gray handles of the wheelchair. Watch children hit their teeth. Figaro. Bink. The house was not longer what it was--it was a hut. In this corner of the hut, I make noodles. In this same corner, I wonder when I will finally follow the directions in a way that will help me to produce a feathered kite. My father and I went to a field to launch the orange rockets we had made. One had a camera in its nose, and we hoped it would take a picture of all the swimming pools in the neighborhood. We were worried the cloth over our heads would get wet in the rain. We were wondering if we would be able to restrict the movements of our necks with aluminum we cut off cans. I found weeds in the gutters along with cobalt blue bottles. I was supposed to use the droppers to put liquid in my eyes, but, instead, I blinded myself blint with a dropper. A heap of bats. A heap of civets.

Since you're bonny, let's play a game of pills. If I hit solid ones in first, then that's what I am. Striped, you are. No--pied. I had been scalded--but for good reason. I had been bit by the adder--but for good reason. I broke a plant in half and rubbed its seepings on my face. It made my face feel tight, and I could no longer express what I might have in an echoing room slicked with unguent. Bloated. Tumified. Blasted in front of his stupid electronics. He has no sense but to make his legs more bending than they should be. Her legs much softer than I had expected. No time to be desolate because we were at the beach. The trick that I had was to melt plastic against her leg. Now, I no longer believe that my behavior had ever been less that what could be drawn on a horseskin. As I rode the horse into the orange pen, the cuff of one of my pant legs caught on one of pen's hinges. The creature threw me into the tree. The tree had rocks on its branches. Someone had put rocks in all the tree's crooks, elbows, and crotches. Someone had balanced rocks on the tops of branches--and all these fell onto me. I saw a bear running across a snowfield. It was pursued by crossbow-holding things on snowmobiles.

5 MWE Bisect your prancing to go faster

He is the candor that surpasses understanding. Crucifer, say my tellings to the pillar over there. On top of the pillar was the half submerged arm of a child lost for three days. He could not say what it was that rested on the back of his neck. The glum the candle left. The perms. The sperm. Potion is not an option. Lotion is not an oltion. She was antsy. She was nasty. What he saw were pines. What he saw was a penis. Now, I would like to shave the hair on my forearms off. I will shave it off dry--with no lotion--and try to catch the hairs into a porcine bowl. Its shape is a snout I sometimes hold down in seawater. She had a towel wrapped around her torso. The towel must have not been clean. A moon mansion. Moon cancers. Cancer in the mansion. Under the moon. On the moon. Behind the moon. Moon Type was invented as an alternative to braille. That one girl pretended to be blind, but she never considered the historical punishments for impersonating the blind. The blint. Her behavior was weanly.

The subterfuge of giving me a folded note. I was in my teens, but I was not weanly. Instead of calling me a bastard, they called me a mishap of the evening. They called me in time to stare at the Nymph of the Pave. She was there, on the pave, being a Nymph. I said that we should let her in. So what of my bastardy. So what of my pedomorphism. I was not enthralled by maturing yet. I took an interest in breeding. I took an interest in the culinary properties of yeast. I didn't want to tell jokes because I did not have more than ten minutes of material. And what if that time expired on me? What if I had nothing left? I was asked if I had another name. Instead of denying the one that was posed to me, I took it. I went with that name, though it had too much of the tongue in it when said. I had a tangle of hair I had kept off her. But what to do with this tangle? I could soak it in the spit of my mouth. I wanted to see how long her hair would take to dissolve. I had a clump of it, so, certainly, like a sugar sucker, it would break down in my mouth over time. So I took to sucking on her clump of hair. It didn't taste of anything. It did not wear down much.

Too much turn to the nose. Too much periwinkle. I wanted some skin trimmed because I had just lot weight. I wanted a cube taken off my underarm. I wanted to be passed shears. These shears I would use to take skin off my body. We sat outside on a park bench near a beach. She said she wanted to get more comfortable, so she straddled me. Ten people to a room because there were that many beds. Now, berserk. Now, cant a little. The cant of it. My face is shiny because I greased it just to rub against your chest. I will take off your shoe and rub your foot against my face. We sat at the feet of a sculpture.