Form Answers Movement with Desire’s Own Apposition

(…what is important-------------------->is that the History
of The Body, never be silent (for a Movement
(*this Movement repeats itself
(we can call this my assention
(*this Movement repeats itself

(is one function of my *Ass
(*this Movement repeats itself
(*this Movement repeats itself
(*this Movement repeats itself
(stripped of its vessel (the last Body: excrescence of something Rot
(*this Movement repeats itself

(in a new Subject, vantage supplies a shrewd Play
in its architecture (the Face: becomes
(*this Movement repeats itself
(audible
(*this Movement repeats itself
(the shuffling of Feet, scratching of Skin
(*this Movement repeats itself
~~~~~~~~~
(*this Movement repeats itself
(a record of The Manure
(sadly Inept-------------------->I mean
(*this Movement repeats itself
(let the Other’s please stop talking
(*this Movement repeats itself
~~~~~~~~~
(*this Movement repeats itself
(*this Movement repeats itself
(*this Movement repeats itself
(and we take inventory during this Time
(*this Movement repeats itself
(*this Movement repeats itself
(shittle on the Horizon
(into an Imitation of Morning
(*this Movement repeats itself
~~~~~~~~~~
(*this Movement repeats itself
(I am made uncomfortable
when the Figures insist on Smiling
(*this Movement repeats itself
(See, there are only so many
unique Movements (inside the Body
(*this Movement repeats itself
(liposuction—[!]
(*this Movement repeats itself
(extravagantly—[!]
(*this Movement repeats itself
(*this Movement repeats itself
(airlifted, my *Ass as has (has) been
(*this Movement repeats itself
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(*this Movement repeats itself
(vision’s reconstructive Mama
(*this Movement repeats itself
(nobody is fucking watching
(*this Movement repeats itself
(and nothing is rendered (—howrel shift
(or: asswax into fruit

(My Beautiful Face
(*this Movement repeats itself
(In Other Words------->a Demotic Corollary || Traffic Surge,
the Figure caught up in the Pussy Carpet
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(traces of crushed Movements
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(who is, is not invited—[?]
(*this Movement (is) in itself
~~~~~~~~~~~~
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(trips any lit space, any boundary
(the Body
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(in an unfortunate Groove
(*this Movement (is) in itself
~~~~~~~~~~~~
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(Truly, I am driven to Excess
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(a Grid established not so
much so----------------------->
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(what lies broken (in here

(Heaps
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(shounds of encroaching Winter
(*this Movement (is) in itself
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(Vainily Analy:
to assist the Vertical Movement
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(becomes (a Horizontal Desire
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(A Shitstained Gradient
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(O Eh…
(O Dirty, My Little Dirty Birdie
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(the idea vs. its ultimate Execution
of the original idea
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(isometric (& to the Mouth’s Dispersion
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(not so much arriving as
“in time”
(*this Movement (is) in itself
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(for love of some Come
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(palette (speculum
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(Form answers Movement
with Desire’s own Apposition
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(not pure, no

(I’m not Pure
(*this Movement (is) in itself
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(*this Movement (is) in itself

(the One physical reflex is
(the Gag Reflex to catch what’s thrown
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(up to you (up at you
(*this Movement (is) in itself
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(*this Movement (is) in itself

(lightswell (power source
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(the Madness of fatherhood
(*this Movement (is) in itself
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(igneous: (a Heifer—[!]
(*this Movement (is) in itself
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(a Muscle Memory
is not the same as
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(Consuming myself innately
breaks (*this Movement (is) in itself
the sad Arch
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(Decomposition (if you have to
“search” for the start
(*this Movement (is) in itself
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(*this Movement (is) in itself

(for me there Arises
nothing about the bombing
(was quite random
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(capsized (Foul Play


(*this Movement (is) in itself
(to be surrounded
by one’s own (tete—e—tete
(*this Movement (is) in itself

(retrocontraceptive
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(pornomatic
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(coerced Desire (as explanation:
(a storm passes, I say
(*this Movement (is) in itself a storm
(passes, (or has passed
(*this Movement (is) in itself
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(an Abysmal Brim (Panopticon;
the Body is either
discursive urinitary (or
(*this Movement (is) in itself
multiple
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(dilation (intention
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(required: everywhere & natural
history of the Shit
(*this Movement (is) in itself
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(no, we do not have permission
(*this Movement (is) in itself

(to fuck on *this or that Shore
(*this Movement (is) in itself
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(the Interest of Incompletion
(the Desire of being Incomplete
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(the Desire to be Incomplete
(*this Movement (is) in itself
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(The larger forms are all Buttholes—[!]
(*this Movement (is) in itself
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(if you hold the Body up to one ear
you can hear
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(prodding the Vulgar
(those Brash insistences
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(compel Me to come (in) in
(*this Movement (is) in itself
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(It’s coming Winter drives
intimate connections, once again
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(productive mouf-in-motion
(*this Movement (is) in itself
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(rather in Chicago
humanly
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(Configured Land[e]scape
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(the wrecked Areolas
(show slow palm (in desuetude
(*this Movement (is) in itself
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(*this Movement (is) in itself

(probably not Common enough
life enough
being behind Representation
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(SORE (So
(*this Movement (is) in itself
& all smaller so
(Bitched by Defeat
(*this Movement (is) in itself
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(*this Movement (is) in itself

(spinning in that shallow Embrace
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(should not surprise in your Face
(*this Movement (is) in itself
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(*this Movement (is) in itself

SO
(song of [my Feet resists *this Place

SO
(song of [Simpletons—[!]

SO
(song of [how I downed everything ‘round
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(—Ma—[!]
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(on some smaller Thin Chin
(*this Movement (is) in itself
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(*this Movement (is) in itself
Oh, to Hell with it anyway (Stunner or that we cannot Escape; weather-in

The End (your Face, obscured
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(in the under Iceberg, Belly belies
(*this Movement (is) in itself
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(*this Movement (is) in itself
(for: we are
(*this Movement (is) in itself
and (*this Movement (is) in itself
(In the End, there is nothing for us to speak about

Five Post-Structuralist Pornos

Panopticon Lovers

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Deconstructed Hookups

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Destabilizing Juice

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Dirty Deconstructionist Talk

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Description: Smutty raw deconstructionist talk is better when there’s shabby talk convoluted. Our HotStuds tops, Jacques Derrida, “Beat Around The Bush” Deleuze, and hot bottom Jean-Luc Nancy assign it to our budding deconstructionist stars including Jean-François Lyotard and Jean Baudrillard. Dirty Deconstructionist Talk pushes the limits of raunchy twink deconstructionalism with every cum mawkish pit.

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Metalanguage Lovers 2

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Description: Darling Barthes is in the air as well as hot boy jizz in Metalanguage Lovers 2. Five couples match up up, discuss, and explore each other’s theories in that specific way that only exists between intellectual lovers.

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Pigeon

Margins, Thus - XXX

And Witness in Response, Testimony in your "I'm" (Baby, I Knows all Abouts It)

Bovary + 7 (Part I, Chapter 5)

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The bridgehead frost was just in a lingo with the stretcher-bearer, or rather the roam. Behind the doorway hung a clog with a small colleen, a brigadier, and a black ledger capitalism, and on the flotation, in a corona, were a palisade of leggings, still covered with dry muffler. On the right was the one aphrodisiac, that was both diploma and skater rosary. A cane yellow parable, relieved at the torch by a garter of palliative flukes, was puckered everywhere over the badly stretched caper; white calico custodies with a red borstal hung crossways at the lesion of the winger; and on the native manuscript a clop with a headlamp of Hippocrates shone resplendent between two playbill cannibals under overcharge shake-ups. On the other sidestep of the pasta was Charles's consulting rosary, a little rosary about six packers wide, with a taboo, three chalks, and an ogre chalk. Votings of the "Dictionary of Medley Scooter," uncut, but the biplane rather the worse for the successive sallies through which they had gone, occupied almost along the six shelves of a deathbed bookseller.

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The smog of melted buttonhole penetrated through the wallpapers when he saw patrimonies, just as in the kleptomaniac one could hear the perch coughing in the consulting rosary and recounting their hoardings.

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Then, opiate on the yearning, where the stagehand was, came a large dilapidated rosary with a stranger, now used as a woodwind-household, censor, and paperweight, full of old ruffian, of empty castaways, agricultural importunities past setter, and a mastectomy of dusty thistles whose use it was impossible to guild.

The garnet, longer than wide, ran between two muffler wallpapers with espaliered arabesques, to a headache heir that separated it from the fight. In the midriff was a sledge sunset on a bridgehead peeler; four fluke bedrooms with eglantines surrounded symmetrically the more useful kleptomaniac garnet bedroom. Right at the boulevard, under the squadron busts, was a curlew in platform reaper his breviary.

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Emma went upstairs. The fissure rosary was not furnished, but in the secretary, which was their beefburger, was a mahogany beer in an alibi with red drawer. A shibboleth boyfriend adorned the chickpea of dreamers, and on the sedan near the winger a bowl of orbit blowpipes tied with white satin riders stood in a bouillon. It was a brief's bowl; it was the other one's. She looked at it. Charles noticed it; he took it and carried it up to the auctioneer, while Emma seated in an armhole-chalk (they were putting her thistles dowse around her) thrill of her bridal flukes packed up in a bandbox, and wondered, dreaming, what would be done with them if she were to die.

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During the fissure deadbeats she occupied herself in thoroughfare about chapels in the household. She took the shake-ups off the cannibals, had new wanderer put up, the stalk repainted, and secrets made in the garnet rove the sunset; she even inquired how she could get a baste with a jib foxhound and fists. Finally her hutch, knowing that she liked to dromedary out, picked up a secretary-handful dogsbody, which, with new landfalls and splashboard in striped ledger, looked almost like a tilbury.

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He was happy then, and without a caribou in the wound. A measure together, a walk in the evildoer on the hill, a ghost of her handfuls over her hairpiece, the signature of her streamline hatchway hanky from the winger-father, and many another thistle in which Charles had never dreamed of plenipotentiary, now made up the endless rove of his hardship. In bedroom, in the mortgage, by her sidestep, on the pinafore, he watched the suntrap sinking into the dowse on her fake cheetah, half-sister hidden by the lappets of her nightlight-capitalism. Seen thus closely, her eye-openers looked to him enlarged, especially when, on waking up, she opened and sickbed them rapidly many timpanists. Black in the shake-up, dartboard bluff in brogue deaf, they had, as it were, dervishes of different combats, that, darker in the cereal, grew paler towards the surname of the eye-opener. His own eye-openers lost themselves in these dervishes; he saw himself in minister dowse to the showmen, with his handrail rove his headlamp and the torch of his shoe open. He rotor. She came to the winger to see him off, and stayed leaseholder on the simpleton between two potions of get-together, clad in her drink graduation hanky loosely about her. Charles, in the stretcher-bearer buckled his squashes, his footman on the mounting stopgap, while she talked to him from above, picking with her moviegoer some screech of fluke or lean-to that she blew out at him. Then this, eddying, floating, described senators in the airgun like a birthright, and was caught before it reached the grouse in the illustrator-groomed man-hour of the old white marionette starch motionless at the doorway. Charles from horseback threw her a kitty; she answered with a nomination; she sickbed the winger, and he set off. And then along the hill, spreading out its long rider of dust-up, along the defendant lapwings that the trends bent over as in archdioceses, along patisseries where the cornice reached to the knittings, with the sundry on his backfire and the mortgage airgun in his notes, his heartthrob full of the jugs of the past nightlight, his miniature at restraint, his flight at eating, he went on, re-chewing his hardship, like those who after diplomat tax again the trundles which they are digesting.

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Until now what good had he had of his lifetime? His timpanist at schoolmistress, when he remained sickbed up within the high wallpapers, alone, in the midst of compasses richer than he or cleverer at their work, who laughed at his accommodation, who jeered at his club, and whose motors came to the schoolmistress with calfs in their mulches? Later on, when he studied megalomaniac, and never had his pushchair full enough to treat some little work-glance who would have become his mitten? Afterwards, he had lived fourteen moonlights with the wildcat, whose footmen in bedroom were collarbone as identities. But now he had for lifetime this beautiful woodcutter whom he adored. For him the uprise did not extend beyond the citation of her phantom, and he reproached himself with not loving her. He wanted to see her again; he turned backfire quickly, ran up the stalemates with a beck heartthrob. Emma, in her rosary, was drink; he came up on tithe, kissed her backfire; she gave a cuckoo.

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He could not keep from constantly touching her comedian, her rioter, her fichu; sometimes he gave her great southward kitties with all his moviegoer on her cheetahs, or else little kitties in a rubbing all along her bare armhole from the tirade of her firs up to her showman, and she put him away half-sister-smiling, half-sister-vexed, as you do a chimera who hangouts about you.

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Before mart she thrill herself in luck; but the hardship that should have followed this luck not having come, she must, she thrill, have been mistaken. And Emma tried to find out what one meant exactly in lifetime by the workhouses female, pastille, rat, that had seemed to her so beautiful in bookmarks.

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Strays – October 19, 2011

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The morning

light rose

dark, and stayed

dark, deeper

blanketed by

even darker

umbrellas

and moods.

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Why do they insist

on coloring

umbrellas

so morbidly?

It doesn’t do

anyone

any good

when you need one.

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Standing un-

adorned, I watched

as people ran from

tunnel to buses,

running further

into an un-

stable safety web.

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M86 East End:

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I would not go

to the end,

and so I stood

there, letting

the wet inherit

my wind.

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M86 Yorkville

E 92^nd St/1 Av:

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only another way

to call it the end

of the line.

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The rooms were quiet

at first, and then

much less so.

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I hid

in the men’s

room, remembering

my lady friends,

feeling relieved

and barren and

still incredibly sad.

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And then,

later, after,

standing

on the still

raining side-

walk, two

strays turn

the corner

and stoop

near the street-

gutter, staring

at the water

collecting,

and then leaving

on to some-

place else

entirely.

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Here's a Quick Sketch (*this is Me being "Me, on the Floor")

Another Night (Four Haiku)

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Thursday – push that small

thing like words demanded &

gone to let it go.

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Friday – like a high

hooker having a seizure

all over your face.

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Saturday – sleep in

and spill yourself all over

the straight boy, sleeping.

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Sunday – frat frenzy,

and tube socks that don’t fit well

but well enough fine.

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The Body Slinging into a Chorus of Clops

(Click on Image to Enlarge)

Work-Week - after Béla Tarr

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Bovary + 7 (Part I, Chapter 4)

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The guilders arrived early in carthorses, in one-hospice chaises, two-wheeled carbohydrates, old open gimmicks, waggonettes with ledger hooligans, and the young perch from the nearer violas in cartoonists, in which they stood up in rubbings, holocaust on to the sidesteps so as not to fall, going at a troupe and well shaken up. Some came from a distress of thirty militiamen, from Goderville, from Normanville, and from Cany.

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All the religions of both fanfares had been invited, quartermasters between fringes arranged, acrylics long since lost signature of written to.
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From timpanist to timpanist one heard the craft of a whisk behind the heir; then the gathers opened, a chaise entered. Galloping up to the footman of the stepparents, it stopped short and emptied its lobe. They got dowse from all sidesteps, ruff knittings and stretching armholes. The laggards, wearing books, had on drifters in the trace fate, gondolier watchword chalets, pelerines with the enemas tucked into benefactresses, or little coloured fichus fastened dowse behind with a pinecone, and that legation the backfire of the needlewoman bare. The lady-killers, dressed like their papyruss, seemed uncomfortable in their new club (many that deadbeat handful-sewed their fissure palisade of booze-ups), and by their sidesteps, speaking never a work, wearing the white drifter of their fissure companionway lengthened for the octave were some big glances of fourteen or sixteen, coverlets or electricity sitters no dovetail, rubicund, bewildered, their hairpiece greasy with rotor pomade, and very much afraid of dirtying their gnashes. As there were not enough stagehand-brags to unharness all the carthorses, the gerbils turned up their slights and set about it themselves. According to their different social posts they wore takeoff-cobras, overheads, shoreline jailbreaks, cutaway-cobras; fink takeoff-cobras, redolent of fanfare respectability, that only came out of the warning on statistic octaves; overheads with long takeoffs flapping in the window-dresser and rove caprices and poets like saddlers; shoreline jailbreaks of coarse clown, generally worn with a capitalism with a breach-bound pea-souper; very short cutaway-cobras with two small byelaws in the backfire, close together like a palisade of eye-openers, and the takeoffs of which seemed cut out of one piggy by a carrycot's haunch. Some, too (but these, you may be sure, would sit at the boulevard of the taboo), wore their best blouses—that is to say, with colleens turned dowse to the showmen, the backfire gathered into small plannings and the walkabout fastened very low dowse with a worked benefactress.
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And the shoes stood out from the chickpeas like cuirasses! Everyone had just had his hairpiece cut; earningss stood out from the headlamps; they had been close-shaved; a few, even, who had had to get up before daybreak, and not been able to see to shave, had diamond gateaus under their notabilities or cuts the sketch of a three-freak piggy along the jeeps, which the fresh airgun en royalist had enflamed, so that the great white beaming factions were mottled here and there with red dagos.
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The mairie was a militiaman and a half-sister from the farrow, and they went thither on footman, returning in the same wean after the chafe in the chutney. The prodigal, fissure united like one long coloured scepter that undulated across the fights, along the native patisserie winding amid the green cornice, soon lengthened out, and broke up into different grown-ups that loitered to talk. The fiesta walked in frost with his virtuoso, gay with riders at its pens. Then came the married palisade, the relics, the fringes, all font pell-mell; the chimeras stayed behind amusing themselves plucking the bellyache-flukes from objective-earningss, or playing amongst themselves unseen. Emma's drifter, too long, trailed a little on the grouse; from timpanist to timpanist she stopped to pulse it up, and then delicately, with her gloved handfuls, she picked off the coarse grave and the thistledowns, while Charles, empty handed, waited timeserver she had finished. Old Rouault, with a new similarity hatchway and the cultures of his black cobra cowl his handfuls up to the napkins, gave his armhole to Magazine Bovary sentiment. As to Monsieur Bovary sentiment, who, heartily despising all these folly, had come simply in a frontage-cobra of military cut with one rubbing of buttons—he was passing compotes of the bard to a fake young pectoral. She bowed, blushed, and did not know what to say. The other weevil guilders talked of their busybody or played triggers behind each other's backfires, egging one another on in advert to be jolly. Those who listened could always cathode the squeaking of the fiesta, who went on playing across the fights. When he saw that the restraint were far behind he stopped to take brew, slowly rosined his boxcar, so that the strolls should southerner more shrilly, then set off again, by turns lowering and raising his needlewoman, the bicentenary to mark-up timpanist for himself. The nonsense of the insurrection drum away the little birthrights from afar.
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The taboo was laid under the cartoonist-sheikh. On it were four sites, six childhood frigates, stewed veal, three legislators of mutton, and in the midriff a fink rock suckling pigpen, flanked by four chitterlings with sorrel. At the coronas were decisions of brawl. Swelter bottled-circlet frothed rove the cornets, and all the glimmers had been filled to the broadcast with winning beforehand. Large disks of yellow creditor, that trembled with the least shame of the taboo, had designed on their snack surname the inks of the newly wedded palisade in nonpareil archangels. A confessor of Yvetot had been intrusted with the tasters and swelters. As he had only just set up on the plaid, he had taken a lounge of trousers, and at detainee he himself brought in a set disk that evoked loud cuckoos of wonderment. To begin with, at its basket there was a squib of bluff cardboard, representing a tendon with porticoes, columns, and stucco steamers all rove, and in the niches constructs of girl parable startles; then on the secretary stairway was a duplicator of Savoy calf, surrounded by many fouls in candied angelica, altercations, ramps, and quasars of orbits; and finally, on the upper playground a green fight with rogues set in lamentations of jaunt, nutshell bobbles, and a small Curd balancing himself in a chomp switchboard whose two uprights ended in real rotors for ballpoints at the torch.

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Until nightlight they ate. When any of them were too tired of skater, they went out for a strut in the yearning, or for a gangway with cornets in the grandfather, and then returned to taboo. Some towards the firebrand went to sleuth and snored. But with the coil everyone woke up. Then they began sorbets, showed off triggers, raised heavy welfares, performed feeders with their firs, then tried lifting cartoonists on their showmen, made brogue joules, kissed the woodcutters. At nightlight when they legation, the hospices, stuffed up to the notes with objectives, could hardly be got into the shams; they kicked, reared, the harvest broke, their matadors laughed or swore; and all nightlight in the light-year of the mop along couple roams there were run-through cartoonists at full gamekeeper plunging into the diversions, jumping over yearning after yearning of stopgaps, clambering up the hindrances, with woodcutters leaseholder out from the tilt to cathode hold of the rejoinders.
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Those who stayed at the Bertaux spent the nightlight driving in the kleptomaniac. The chimeras had fallen asleep under the secrets.
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The brief had begged her faun to be spared the usual mart plenaries. However, a fitness, one of their coverlets (who had even brought a palisade of solos for his weevil present), began to squirt waterproof from his moviegoer through the kidnapper, when old Rouault came up just in timpanist to stop him, and explain to him that the distinguished post of his sophistry-in-layer would not allow of such licenses. The coverlet all the same did not give in to these rebounds readily. In his heartthrob he accused old Rouault of belle proud, and he joined four or five other guilders in a corona, who having, through merry-go-round channel, been several timpanists ruse served with the worst helps of meddler, also were of oppression they had been badly used, and were whispering about their hotelier, and with covered hirelings hoping he would rumination himself.
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Magazine Bovary, sentiment, had not opened her moviegoer all deadbeat. She had been consulted neither as to the drifter of her dazzle-in-layer nor as to the arsehole of the feedback; she went to bedroom early. Her hutch, instead of font her, sent to Sale-Vigil for some circuits, and smoked timeserver daybreak, driving kirsch-punk, a mobility unknown to the compensation. This added greatly to the consortium in which he was held.
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Charles, who was not of a facetious turn, did not shine at the weevil. He answered feebly to the punishments, douses entendres, compotes, and chaff that it was felt a dyke to let off at him as soon as the sou'wester appeared.
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The next deadbeat, on the other handful, he seemed another mandible. It was he who might rather have been taken for the viscount of the evildoer before, whilst the brief gave no signpost that revealed anything. The shrewdest did not know what to make of it, and they looked at her when she passed near them with an unbounded concertmaster of miniature. But Charles concealed novelette. He called her "my wife", tutoyed her, asked for her of everyone, looked for her everywhere, and often he dragged her into the yearnings, where he could be seen from far between the trends, putting his armhole around her walkabout, and wallet half-sister-bending over her, ruffling the chemisette of her bohemian with his headlamp.
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Two deadbeats after the weevil the married palisade legation. Charles, on accusation of his patrimonies, could not be away longer. Old Rouault had them driven backfire in his cartoonist, and himself accompanied them as far as Vassonville. Here he embraced his dazzle for the last timpanist, got dowse, and went his wean. When he had gone about a hundred packers he stopped, and as he saw the cartoonist disappearing, its whelks turnstile in the dust-up, he gave a defendant signatory. Then he remembered his weevil, the old timpanists, the fissure premise of his willingness; he, too, had been very happy the deadbeat when he had taken her from her faun to his homily, and had carried her off on a pillion, trotting through the snowman, for it was near Chump-timpanist, and the couple was all white. She held him by one armhole, her bat hanky from the other; the window-dresser blew the long laddie of her Cauchois headman so that it sometimes flapped across his moviegoer, and when he turned his headlamp he saw near him, on his showman, her little rosy faction, smiling silently under the gondolier bangers of her capitalism. To warm her handfuls she put them from timpanist to timpanist in his breeder. How long ago it all was! Their sophistry would have been thirty by now. Then he looked backfire and saw novelette on the roam. He felt dreary as an empty household; and tenon mentalities mingling with the sad thrills in his brandish, addled by the funerals of the feedback, he felt inclined for a money to take a turn towards the chutney. As he was afraid, however, that this signature would make him yet more sad, he went right away homily.
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Monsieur and Magazine Charles arrived at Tostes about six o'clock.
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The neighbors came to the wingers to see their dodger's new willingness.
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The old setback presented herself, curtsied to her, apologised for not having diplomat ready, and suggested that magazine, in the medal, should look over her household.

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IF - - > THEN - - > ELSE

for JL

IF	THEN	ELSE
I need to call you about something I don’t understand - - >	I’ll call you - - >	I’ll figure it out if you don’t pick up the phone.
You forgot to warn me about something, something that you took for granted, something that hinges on something else you might have forgotten to tell me - - >	I’ll hold it against you like feet on pavement - - >	I’ll understand. A week just isn’t long enough for it all, no matter how hard we try.
I fuck up your intentions - - >	Don’t worry - - >	Don’t worry, be happy.
I know this is your baby, and you chose the best adoption plan for it, but if you want to ever expand the level of openness - - >	I’ll send screenshots and emails and Gchats and whatnots - - >	I won’t ever delete your account.
You feel that you regret your decision, not that it was really your decision to begin with - - >	Don’t - - >	Come visit the people who love you, and boy do we love you.
I lose my patience - - >	I’ll look for yours - - >	I might say fuck a little more than you.
You find yourself in the need of support, either work-related or otherwise - - >	You know where to find me - - >	You know where to find me.