Dialects revealed the outcomes of our romantic education. A huge amount of short-lived bodies we stepped over because we had just bought new kicks.
The financial audit put equal amounts of weight on her hips and the permit of her young son, who could not line his topp teath with his bottum properlee. Her son, who could not align his shoulders as the rest of us could, had secret shadows he showed only to Hispanic Americans, high risk students, and low vocabulary books. (Who would have guessed that the cuffs of his shirts had razors in them?)
After huge amounts of head, she foresaw a Gestalt Therapy revision of the healing arts. She was so controversial behind the fake wooden podium that she broke it. She started to gnash her teeth horrifically, so someone took a pair of scissors out of her perse and placed the blades between her teeth.
Her mother, though sans doubt competent in the pecan grove, never understood that some are clearly collaborative while other want zero to do with setting up new exercises for pubic cuisine. Butter the bread sticks with penises. He tried helplessness.
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His son, regrettably, remembers his sex education. They gave condoms to kindergartners. One student recalls seeing his older brother having sex on a heating element. His brother's partner seemed not to mind his efforts, though she often described the ninth paragraph of some obscurantist's poem as he slow dipped behind her. The gear housing of the sensory aids had rotted through because it had been made of poorly given therapy. Therapy rubbed in with feet instead of hands. She rolled two pig's eyeballs between her greased palms. Why?
Some loaf. Intellectual functioning that is more than four standard deviations below the plate we had installed over his mother's neck for protection. It was supposed to have been a boat that floated--but it became more of a rapidly established attempt at reconciliation with a woman who had moved to a lava tube in the Canary Islands.
Her husband had been cheating on her for over a year, so she got a coffee drink she invented on the spot and a dark beer for free. She cut the wires in his new apartment. She drove a nail through a wire in his attic. The nail in the wire--a few nights later--heated to over 800 degrees and set fire to dresses he kept. The dresses had been made by horses in a factory in the 1350s.
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Erin and I have a German friend named Mathias who was once obsessed with the word "loaf."
Speaking of factories in incongruous centuries, did you know the Carthaginians had running water, showers, sewers to dispose of waste-water, apartment buildings and cisterns before the life of Christ?
They did things that make me very, very tired. They make my lazy-feeling quotient spike to the upper hundreds, those Carthaginians.
I rue them.
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