5 MWE--his neck was open and his adam's apple looked like a kneee

There were small harnesses, and I was told that small horses would be strapped into them. This gave me time to woodshed for a little bit. I woodshedded most of the day--at least, when it was light enough for me to see. Once I no longer was able to see, I made sure to negate what bark I had in my mouth with a funnel. I cut the funnel apart. The game was to first make a mobius strip. I next asked the class what they thought would happen if I cut it. I asked them what they thought would happen if I cut it again. This was when I was on my island of Ascension. Here, I had a cape I had made of hibiscus petals and the breasts of small birds. I had shards of obsidian. I never thought that I would be able to throw a rock to where it would sink. This is my right arm. My arm was a test model yet what I wanted toknow was the I made my head on the light iof my only frined give.

I woodshedded for a while before I put out all the laundry I had. It all flapped like sad flags. Get me some lonely jewels that I can chill in a small bowl of wood. Now, let me say that I have never seen a crayon. Have you seen a wax one. It's what I should have done but didn't. What I used to do was climb the rock wall in the restaurant. I was told to stop--but not because what I was doing was dangerous. No, what I was doing was increasingly irritating to all that wondered who could have ever propelled himself upward so quickly. The anti venin was no longer being made.

They used to make anti venin, but they no longer did. The anti venin was for coral snakes. My grandmother had ordered oranges from Florida. What she didn't know was that that box had a pregnant coral snake in it. She went down to get an orange and got bit by the mother. She asphyxed. Then that thing had her babies. It was not what any of us could have constructed. This is what was floated. That was understood by no one. Consequently, we retched into a cooler. Then, afterward, consequently, we wrapped the chain of an outdoor swing around the neck of a man who could have been a convict but wasn't.

American Idioms from le Fin de Terre

Jump down my throat.

Vault down my neck. Remove my neck--with it open, it looks like a knee--and throw it across a canal. The canal has eel in it--times, we fish for them. Times, we push the unsuspecting into the canal. These unsuspecting then put their heels or toes in bad hollows and get bit by eels. The eels have locking mechs in their jaws. Hurry down my throat because, if you do so, you will get down to my bowels where all the output from the glitter factory is. This man owned a glitter factory. Jerk yourself toward my neck. I would like to see that.

*They clothed me and gave me money. **We shot horses because they were wild and sold their hair to the makers of hats. The hat guild. The guild of hatters that met in a house with boarded windows. The windows were not boarded up. They were boarded--but by whom? Why, by a man who had a small tv under his arm. As he hammered, he caught glimpses of the soaps. Was Phoebe Tyler on this one? If she was on this one, then she might have to fret about taking care of the ghost of her mother in a church.

Spill the beans.

Spill not a bean--if I tell you this. Spill these beans. Spill those beans. The haricot verts are fucked up this season. I didn't have sperm in my scrotum. I had blackfish.

I put some of my blackfish in a petri dish. Then, I put lighterfluid into that selfsame dish and lit the entire with a homemade match. Do not bung the beans if you're going to watch a matinee. What's weird is that, when you go to a matinee, it is light outside. The beans have streamed. The beans have killed the pigs. We poured beans and beans over the pigs until they drowned in the beans. We wondered if the pigs could eat themselves alive, but they couldn't. Too many beans spilled over pigs is certainly, we discovered, a breed of death.

*I knew what the money was for, it was to get me started. **A comma splice. I had no grease left, it was gone. I did not know what epinard meant, it was a word of which I had no ready definition. This is not a grammatical error. This error is what could be called a pile of epinard I wear as hair. Our goal was to make a toy submarine out of certain materials not ordinarily thought of as appropriate for water.

Pay through the nose.

Pay across many noses, okay. What we have here is lots of noses. Lost of people are on the ground. You simply have to throw your pennies over them. We made little coffins out of balsa wood and put them up our noses. We put them in our ears and said eulogies. We will say a little eulogy for each one. Pay unobstructed through the nose. I paid upon a nose--but never though about how clogged up its pores were. I squeezed noodles of dark greaze out of my invalid father's nose. This was his payment to me. He had spoiled me when I was young. He had said that I was his legacy. Once I got horrible acne, though, he had a more difficult time seeing me as his romantic legacy.

*When it was gone I would have to get more, if I wanted to go on. **Nice sounds here. No comma separating the intro dependent clause from the following independent clause. No dashes. When she named our child Vucan I knew we were going to be apart for the next year, if I couldn't make sense of our son's name. After she ignored my slobbering on the inside of her legs I felt I should offer an apology, if I wanted to light more candles and drip them onto her window sill. The problem is that I don't know how this sentence works.

Wet blanket.

First, I dampened the blanket. Then, I wrapped it around my brother. I got a corner of it deep in his mouth. When I poured oil on the sheet, it got clear. I could see through it. The sheet was wet not with water but with lubricant.

5 MWE--the old farceur and his improbable repartee

I stepped over what I thought to be a stench. This was when my odor was affected by the wind. That table could have been shortened by removing its leaves. This table is something I inherited. That one small finch is something I don't want to inherit. She was callow. She was crude. She sat on a dock and held her head down at oily water. It was the brightest moon in fifteen years--and we won't see another one so bright for another twenty. What is the dischord you can bring to a life? Name a machine. A snowmobile. Name a facial expression. The grimace. Name a tree. The tree that was sick--and we had to cut it down though we resisted doing such a thing for ten years. She was barefaced when she lied. She was not disguised. She took a class that showed her how to make her face look bruised. She had putty for lumps and plastic liguid for blood. He did not want to be called a barber. He wanted to be called a composer. A figaro. All that's tonsorial. We had angler fish, and they provided the light.

The mercury of the dog. She drank brack, and I never asked her to share it. When she lost her animals, she was concerned not so much with whether or not they'd come back. She worried they'd come back much more crushable than they were before. He launched the limb he had found. After he launched the limb, he found that he could no longer shake hands with Busiris or Poseidon. Also, she was fountaining. Besides, he didn't know how to fit the beanleaves into the small fish. Barring the slashing of his face, he was ready to have his picture taken. Hence, she had her hat between her legs. Howbeit, never once did I shake hands with a palm that was not both clammy and greased. Yea, I had not one kingcup to give to anyone. Get this Buttinski away from me. As I spoke with a woman on a corner, this Buttinski came between us. He camped. He wanted to know if I had sold all my bog violet, when, of course, he knew I hadn't. This was well-publicized. This was nothing but a bungling of the dozens of wards I had to date.

I spy--with my little eye--my posterity. This child sits in the crotch of a tree and makes wishes. This child, earlier, had sat with me on a couch. He had put his head against my arm and had spoken something to me in--I think--Spanish. Je pense que tue est une vaste plaque--mais, au contraire, je te vree dans la boulangerie, I responded. My best French. My youth had been spent on a steamship. My boyhood had been spent on wood. My adulthood--now, this is what I have little to no control of. I walk on bricks when I can, but, at times, I look at the what my feet have been doing. I was sick of her villainy. Her jockeyism. This is my time to answer the fowl with a question. Dear Chickens--which of you would like to have me put pins in your eyes? Which of you are up for stupefaction? The gagman had to give a presentation to us as punishment. He had painted himself gray because he had wanted to be a mouse. He broke a plate to cut his stake. This is sharper than any knife. The horse he bet on was Elliott Bay. Now, this is the culminate. The culminate woman on her fountain. In the fountain was a seat.

5 MWE--the mascot's wand was the miracle drunk

A corner could have had paste in it. It did not have a vegetable meal in it. A yellow vegetable meal. The corner was what we wanted to include in a stew, so we removed it with a saw. A hollow with an eel in it. I put my heel in a hollow and had it bitten by an eel. I buried the dead eel, so that, months later, I would be able to recover its skeleton.

This was me coming into being with another person. I inchoated my throat. I inchoated around her, but, ultimately, it didn't matter. I believed I had new veins in my feet, so I went to the doctor. He said he did not see them and that I looked healthy for a 27-year-old man. (Spell out all numbers less than 100.) Next, I felt as though a vein in my scrotum felt strange. So I went to the doctor and had him rummage around. He rolled the vein between his fingers. I told him it was a dull pain. I told him it was a pain that could be described as the end of a pencil I'd been using for over a month. I had used the pencil to edit student compositions because I believed the pencil to me more respectful than the pen. "They can erase it", I thought. (The comma should go inside the quotation mark.) The doctor told me to take 3 Advil a day and to try some generic antibiotic.

I told her the veins in my hands had changed color, but she didn't believe me. I told her small red dots appeared on my arms and disappeared. I thought maybe hot water caused it? I told him that I believed wind--but only cold wind--made me smell strange. He smelled me. I said, "But there's no cold wind in here." I was what the teacher called a prime student. He believed I could have done my Ph.D at Princeton--that they would have been happy to have me. He said I chose the wrong thing. He was surprised I was not on my way to Mississippi. At times, he could be succinct. Times, he could be terse. He could end a conversation early because, he claimed, I had exhausted him with all my non-complaints. He told me not to be dumb but more distinct with my silence. Maybe wear a hat you can fold and put in your sock, he told me. I was coming into being--but not in a way that reassured anyone around me. I was inchoating in such a way that I was sure I smelled strange if out in the cold. I thought lots of magnesium would get rid of the smell. Or rolling in a patch of mint. Or drinking so much water with cayenne pepper in it. I told her to slide me in the calcinatory once I got off to sleep. She said I ground my teeth when I didn't wear my mouthpiece. I had made one for myself out of papier mache.

I had dulled my knife cutting packing tape. I sprinkled dill weed into soup. I went in with my sister to buy a fence for a dog. I did not go to sleep because my friend was sleeping on the floor next to me. We told a story about a pig. I would cook myself in water almost too hot to sit in. I believed in the diuretic ipecac because it was what the historian spoke of at not the lecture but the carnival. I smelled like a monk's cell, my mother said. The doctor could not wear latex gloves because he was allergic to them. Jesse James said of my grandfather, "Who is that boy?" And then, his brother Frank, to him: "That is just a kid." My grandfather, Delos, was the first to have an x-ray machine. But I had to borrow a dime. But I had to swallow a dime. These are chocolate-covered dimes for children. The mass in her calf--that clot of green veins--was lithoid. I took it to my sewn pocket only to remember that my pocket had been sewn shut by my mother. If I sang, I didn't stutter. If I spelled the words

An American Above-Ground Tunnel Carving

Size: 6 meters X 20 meters
Light: a tank of angler fish
Instrument used: sans doubt, a cardboard tube

The building is sandstone, and it has a small wooden door on its outside that is always open. The door is for children. Mothers stuff their children in this door. The leave their children so that, for the day, their children can sleep on stone floors. For the day, their children are put in cages made of salvage broomsticks. The door has a compartment in it. In the compartment are identification badges and chips of ice. A mother is in this compartment, and she claims to be Katherine Tyro. Her national dress could not be worn or performed without the knowledge of how to tie at least thirty intricate knots.

5 MWE

Stenchy where it could have been hung. I tied the laces of two shoes together. I knotted them. I had not one sloth, though, five years ago, I had stolen four of them. I had mated them. I have no esquire next to my name. I have managed to put an envelope on my head like a hat. My head is like a hat. First, I lay on the rug. Then, I got under the rug. Then, I ordered piglets. I had no way to defend myself against defenestration. There was a fire. The was a gleeman who followed me. I did not pay him to do this. Someone else had paid him out for the year for me. I had no bones in my meat. I had no savory thing to put in a paper bag. I had spent three hours making one grand mistake. She--who never misbehaved--could have gotten her hand skin off in one pull if she wanted to. Her skin was loose on that had. He was in charge of admissions at a small liberal arts school. He had fantastic hair but bad teeth--teeth marbled with orange and brown. In his section of the brochure, he smiled--but not with his teeth. He balanced a puck of refuse on his head.

He laughs. He laughs her laugh. He is over the hedge. He is arch. He is a rhapsodist. He deemed her incompetent. He drinks. He drinks seawater. He is by the ocean. He is tricky. He judged her unfit to have a child without medication. He drives. He drives a motorbike. He is here. He is glum. He is an unbeliever. He elected his father president to a miniscule office. He laughs, but he does not laugh his laugh. He laughs her laugh. He is over the hedge, so he undones his pants and wraps them about his head. He is arch for the moment, and he cannot be arch in an hour because he will be swimming. He is a rhapsodist, but he does not know what that means since someone else--perhaps his father--a man who tests himself with flashcards--gave him that title. He deemed her incompetent, and he could not force himself to unscrew the puck from his head.

The stooge wore not pants but pantaloons. The peach was so ripe it was pappy. I acted in mumm. I did not speak so I acted mumm. I was in the mumm. I performed mumm in the show--the mumm show. The shoes I wore had wood in them. This is my imperial cap. I wear it when I am on ships. I spotted a blue-footed titi. That made me want to retch. It was my job to clean the camp's dishes, but I did not feel well in the morning. I retched. THis is when I saw the wax that I had left was cracked. I knew that if, in the morning, I found the wax uncracked, then I would be able to go about my day as I normally did. But, no, I found the wax cracked this morning, so, right away, I called my mother, Katherine Tyro. She was born eighty years ago. She was not sick, she claimed, because she ate so much yoghurt and germ. The plates of the skull are called the facia. The plates.