Sunday, November 2, 2008

10.29.08 / Watson Library / Floor 2 1/2 West

The thong you have is tangled, but the thing is straight. The thing hangs in a tree, and we throw cigarettes at it. Waste over fifteen dollars. I thought someone was throwing cigarette ends at the window, but when I turned around, I learned the sounds were tumphing bugs.

But how many brothers do you have? I knew all the ways to provoke anger arousal in a tank. I had to have support in the room because I knew they'd be able to make sense of the tragedy better than I could in a slow turnaround.

How does your friend feel about home? About an aroused answer? She had a reticence syndrome. She did not disclose the self, any self, or herself to me. She shelved it.

What do you both do at home? What was the child's impersonation? How was the problem followed? Seeman could not suggest a better countenance than the one I drew on his newly painted newel post. Can you call your brother by his name--or will he get mad? Did you spoil the trip to Mexico?

The language came on flashcards. We glued the cards to restrictive outfits. There were webbed pieces of fabric that kept our arms to our sides and our crotches tight. Does he establish an atmosphere? Now with helium and hydrogen. Does he encourage training? Periodic speech perdido. Periodic dental work about which I forgot. He fit the tooth he had lost into his urethra. Why all the testing?

They became celebrities who amazed audiences. They became celebrities, who amazed audiences that were under tables. Small handshakes for small hands. Dulled by sentiment. The wives on the side were not satisfied.

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