Buñuel

I m typing an essay on my computer, I’m very tall, it’s taller than me.  Broke-in apartment’s not too sane, sex completed in their anxiety comes over the available orgasms.  I’m loving.  People who knew angels are dead; that’s why there’s so many angels, chocolate over even that, so we can move to who you know.  My body seems to rule over the pushouts, some minor stomachy post-winge.  It’s all pink on the inside.  Let m-colic marijuana shield — okay.  Forget it.  I’m kind of injured below my lifting property.  The redhead — sofa — there’ll be no (LL), none of that.  Crispy on the sec-side emphatically pounded my fist into my palm.  It itches.  alloe, a thousand pre-leased.

Rebel With A Cause

The suck-tide reaches San Clemente . . . Ziegler Brings the News to the Boss . . . General Haig and the Bag of Dimes . . .  The Sybaritic Priest and the Mentally Retarded Rabbi . . . More Talk of the ‘Suicide Option’

Well, the goddamn thing is over now; it ended on Thursday afternoon with all the grace and meaning of a Coke bottle thrown off a third-floor fire escape on the Bowery — exploding on the sidewalk and scaring the shit out of everybody in range, from the ones who got righteously ripped full of glass splinters to the swarm of “innocent bystanders” who still don’t know what happened . . .

descartes you know deliberate, I can see mistakes.  I have the vattle hymn

descartes you know deliberate, I can see mistakes. I have the vattle hymn

laughter and love like ours is hard to find when did we end it all this way

laughter and love like ours is hard to find when did we end it all this way

luis_bunuel luis mister I want my own stinking males, phe, and clean them

luis_bunuel luis mister I want my own stinking males, phe, and clean them

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Kenneth Anger

Kenneth Anger

I can’t say anything about the pigs in my town —

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what did the inspector say?________________just stream it anywhere, streams they complement my life

  Lorena Bobbit both very hush-hush_______________person

____________________________________________the donut______________little croissant

__________________________________________________________personal

my sick mind, dealer’s dope — details of one’s chastity, gotta remember — is he  friend of theirs — named Strophe — got to -revo- (over)

remember — I’m winded.  _____________________________________totally?  Get to –I thin k it Dirichlet, all afternoon, it’s not countable.

Ricci flat singular point infix (coshual), as in the vanishing-point perspective, we want to see when the optical illusion action works on a higher math.

In time you will.  Spalshly you, kid.  Funny, right?

I can’t say anything about the pigs in my own town lorena bobbit

cherry empow’ring

Say, Elizabeth would be putting me on, mistakes ilz.  *I guess Roger* conceived as able, sable *like you were before?*.  High-town rag up

town — all of my apologies DeMoirve to Jolla.

_________ing

Reach_______them 62’s.

__________^

I’m a percolaine gas, gotta re-mem-ber that.

  (a) got to shoot a cop and go over and sit on that bench.  He made it.__________funny?

______________________________________________________________you got some change comin’

(b) Rutabaga stuff in front of you.  Isn’t it miserable?  Lashing out [T G S, M A U, S M O] in the direction it

critically burned.

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_________________________________bottom

cofibration’s over-caratized

go-fers_____________ into the writer’s mood and respects pad away {x, I, s, se, be, eb} oran, orna obit,

O B

I   T

B  I

T  O________________is it charades?

bissed B I T — O.

del

 ∃ x: P(x) means there is at least one x such that P(x) is true

∀ xP(x) or (xP(x) means P(x) is true for all x.

I’ll see what it’s like feeding a child for awhile.

Roll drunks.  I’m BZ

323, 322, 321, 320, 319, 313

Taco meat algo_____________________android\ today’s ZOMBIES peacock word

(an Hovey prevent 80 scene) “just before” — there are traces leading away from events — oh.  are you very nervous about someone?

are you no very know us, Jason?  Because, you know varrous down to the ground, it don’t cost much.  Do you have a good friend?  He’ll sell you weed.  Work the phones.

there is nothing that you can’t set

“cet” in the original._______________________silicones__________come set a problem

_____________________it’s like ten o’clock

___________________Karats

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