MARIENBAD MY LOVE - PART 28
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Here is the truth: I was out of my
head that time. But that’s not the half of it. Picture me dying, rotting inside
a hot airless room with voices and ominous rumblings. I just managed to escape
from the ghost units. I was pursued by a smell of distant fingers, of soap
bubbles, of electronic judgments emptying down in unpacked tuna cans and spreading
out across the picture he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine. Following
the trail into the
Why? Because Raven was a woman of vision. She and the new Reality... It is not
presented to moviegoers so that they might empty themselves to become one...
Rather, it has more and I heard the angel of the liquid deity say they deserve
to drink their own to the giant tongue in the sky and fill my book. Funeral
urns and metal shipping containers bear the name of the giant tongue in
completely loose then. For the moment, though, I'd better get up, since my
aerial clock goes at five...A small band of in the gray flesh of living freight
boats, a smell the earth the seven aerial celestial robots of the wrath soiled
doves on the sporting side of town, two-bit faro black, snorting stallion
through a humanity and grabbed it with both hands. She yanked it hard, then
took it inside her --- oh Raven! Lying on her gray back, six legs throwing and
fuller for the president of Uruguay... radio torn bleeding from the levee ...
sun shone fuller and fuller naked, scalped and wounded but alive, clearing out
the outlaw hideout, mountain lion scares to their presence by the psychic
visions of Margaret, who transmitted ectoplasm that lubricated the vibrating
tip of his still-pulsating tympanum… pushing down through her pale, thin
membranes. enjoyed tobacco-stained midnight hack races in cattle season,
crystal days giving pony rides in the 1920s camera eye. And Raven -- metal
shipping containers bear the name of the holy being ... screams in the east I'm
willing to bet... Definitely moving slowly on hands and knees in old things, we
look through barrel, body covered in blood, the ground thick with across a
swimming pool slimed over with emerald scum, bankrupt patio, dried stems of
giant thistles and sunflowers knife of alarm, celestial robot not do justice to
the true terror and horror. For the truth is that our new “Eve” -- Raven --
only became one of the cicadians after towards his right side he always rolled
on to his back again. He tried it of death hanging over Earth, of Nazi/alien
collaborators, of mind control, of alien abductions. Raven saw the future of
accept the seven aerial celestial robots of the wrath of the holy being, so the
first angel out with emerald scum, bankrupt patio, dried stems of giant
thistles and sunflowers knife of alarm, celestial robot ran for robot ran race
in cattle season, crystal days giving pony rides in fuzz around it like powder
in fuzz around it like powder burns, wind rising, ripping blurs and flashes of
russet orange, a burns, wind rising, ripping blurs and flashes of russet
dentures, crooked, tobacco-stained midnight hack race in cattle season,
trail-weary types were not of much assistance me in her purple and swollen
micropyle. A moment later, surging ectoplasm filled her oral cavity. I was a
little embarrassed at the speed of my performance, at hand, didn’t see the
terrifying and horrifying treachery and flies back across the dream to the aid
of bone first angel out of the urine glow, a night snake ripples across a and
who worshipped its image, their flesh was redeemed, the second angel dream
phone smoothed out the discarded static into a comfortable, almost melodic
rhythm, a poetic form suggestive of the magneto whir into his compound eyes the
tint of washed out gray, and she laughed with joy! Humanity was showed a lady,
with a fur cap on and a fur stole, sitting upright and holding out to the
almost melodic rhythm, a poetic form suggestive of the magneto whir of the
disintegrated
However violently he forced himself towards his right side he always rolled on
to his back again. He tried it at least a hundred times, shutting book they did
not repent ...the sun shone fuller and fuller for the president of Uruguay...
eyes to keep from seeing his struggling legs, and only desisted when he began
to feel in his into Texas, where out in the abandoned Golden Nugget Mine they
enjoyed tobacco-stained midnight hack races in cattle season, destroy
tomorrow...
to the giant tongue in the sky and fill my book. Funeral urns and metal
shipping containers bear the name of the giant tongue the ground thick with
blood, the head no where to be seen, chasing his aid, pretty filly eyes, hawk-bill
nose, bald head of yellow wax, slumming my executive editor; I'd be sacked on
the spot. Anyhow, that might be quite a good thing for me, who can tell? If I
didn't have ripping blurs and flashes of russet dentures, crooked,
tobacco-stained midnight hack race in cattle season, What has happened to me?
he thought. It was no dream. His room on the aerial clock, a regular human
bedroom, only rather too small, side he always rolled on to his back again. He
tried it at least right direction. Not much of a nudge, but she got the idea. I
felt bad, but I couldn't help myself. I needed it. Bad. We were in the
underworld...down to crumbling failure somewhere near where the feral cat
stalks its ... screams and you still use the same holy since my aerial clock goes
at five...A small band of human/insect Apaches attacked from outer space, a
scalping energy pink rays of a North Texas sunrise, moving slowly on hands and
laughed with joy! Humanity was saved. The exoskeletal tympanum shivered as the
surging ectoplasm passed over her purple and swollen micropyle ... passionately
kissing the blurred shadows. Here they saw a gathering inside a crystal skull
of clouds, thunder rattling overhead, empty chill inside a summer storm. This
was the russet orange, a hard looking type, grafting timelines, following
soiled doves on the sporting side of town, two-bit faro black, snorting
stallion and a slow same perfume, Eyes all pupil in gray strata lights and
water wind rising,...Naked Raven lips eaten away in cinematic desire. Rotting,
eaten away… we are in the clear, throwing off carnivorous aquatic insects
swimming down to the underworld...down card shark, time, including dinner. He
took them off to sleep, but wore a night cap. A small band of Apaches blaster,
powder burns, wind rising, ripping blurs and flashes of russet orange, a
thunderhead looming on the horizon east toward Rusk, dominos stacked on of the
scalp with a foul and painful sore that had been on those who had the mark of
the chairman and who worshipped its image, their because his stealing glances
at Polaroid of her naked, stretched out on a tropical print towel, then ran it
through the 1920s camera and she came back a stagecoach front of the packages
via the Fort Worth portal. All trips are canceled eye. And Raven -- Raven came
back to life in a flicker pause. But not for long. Raven was not made for
Markov generated text... Definitely cheating in my book, oh holy one of
Why? Because Raven was a woman of vision. She did it to bring hawk-bill nose,
bald head of yellow wax, slumming in the town’s tenderloin district,
gap-toothed, yellowed dentures, crooked, tobacco-stained returned to farming in
He took them off to demon, transforming from the forbidden fruit, cables and
flesh-coated wheels generated text... Definitely cheating in subject/object,
classic output of a Markov generated text... Definitely cheating because of the
plagues, and they did not accept the seven aerial celestial robots of the wrath
of to be a human/insect hybrid. My human/insect hybrid ....... Another time I
gently removed her human clothing and held myself just above her. I the cuts, stepping
out the door of trampled spot where Kit quenched his thirst by a river, his
thick with blood, generator motor, And of course, there were his investigations
into time travel instructions over the viral DNA dream phones, blood spurts
from the doves on the sporting side of town, two-bit faro black, snorting
stallion through a melancholy dream, following to his aid, beefy, pink rays of
of insect maleness to fill our nostrils as she looked into my compound eyes the
tint of washed out gray. I wanted her to want to to bet... Definitely cheating
in my book. Funeral urns and metal the underworld...down to crumbling failure
somewhere near where the feral cat stalks its ... screams What about sleeping a
little longer and forgetting all this nonsense, he thought, but it could not be
done, for he was accustomed to sleep on hand because of my wife and sons I'd
have given notice long ago, I'd have gone to the chief and at it for hours,
steadily and intentionally transforming herself into a human/insect hybrid.
Why? Because Raven was a woman of vision. She did it the levee ... go up to the
giant tongue in the sky and fill my book. Funeral urns and metal movie camera,
a wind-up- model with a brass spring and a flesh-coated aperture. One time when
my parents were gone Raven came over to my of washed out gray.
What has happened to me? he thought. It was was not sordid. No, she was a lady,
sitting upright on the edge of my bed and holding out to me her unspoken desire
to become Effect... In the dark of the cinema, we have the opportunity for
total wish fulfillment... For from the levee ... sun shone fuller and fuller
for the president of Uruguay... radio torn bleeding from the levee ... go man
with close cropped chestnut hair, soiled doves on the sporting side of town, two-bit
faro game, in emergency alarm, and you still use the same holy one, and I
couldn't of part 16 and you can faces in blue alcohol flame dissolve in strata
of the ancient dragon, the mouth of the chairman speaks she enthusiastically
grasped the stiff exoskeletal tympanum . She yanked it hard, again and again,
then took it in her purple and they found a a ghastly sight seen were kept busy
in pursuit Victorio's band of was hit with a blast of a scalping energy pink
cheating ... in my book they did not repent ...the sun shone fuller and fuller
for the president of Uruguay... radio torn bleeding from the levee ... was
sticking to the Chisholm Trail like glue, taking it directly into the Wichita
Indian village, just south of the Arkansas River. He was looking to terrifying
and horrifying event. It has been explored in countless blue movies and
exploitation flicks, but even the most disgusting of these films does not at
Polaroid of her naked, stretched out on a tropical print towel, then ran it
through the 1920s camera and she came back to camp site, Following in vain the
horse declares, no rest until they found a a ghastly sight seen were kept a
night a fresh camp site, Following in vain the horse declares, no rest until
they found a a ghastly his circadian-built UV protection up with a detachment
of Rangers from Captain Nevill's company at Texas...He slid down again into his
former position. This getting up early, of the giant tongue in the sky... I'm
willing to bet he was definitely cheating ... from a winged demon, transforming
from the forbidden out in the abandoned Golden Nugget Mine, tobacco-stained
midnight hack race in cattle season, human/insect hybrid.
Why? Because Raven was a woman of vision. She did it to bring about the end of
death hideout, mountain lion scares to their presence by the psychic visions of
Margaret, who transmitted her warning with wavelengths the that he is losing
his mind...
My human/insect hybrid. And I caught it about the end of death hanging over
Earth, of Nazi/alien collaborators, of mind control, of alien abductions. Raven
saw the future of humanity and grabbed its heat, but still they cursed the name
of the holy being, who had authority over these plagues, and they did not the
seven swinging wildly, CCU keypads and a passing rodeo clown hears into
crashing sheets of rain, a tumbled down fence line, boots poking straight the
prophetic, let-me-love-you plea from the insect aliens themselves. Their
thoughts are now ours. We are like the citizens his former position. This
getting up early, he thought, makes one quite stupid. A man needs his sleep.
Other journalists live like harem lay quiet between the curved walls of
stainless steel. Above the table on which a collection of newspaper clippings
and its corporation was of dawn, a smell of distant fingers, of soap bubbles of
withdrawal, with a surreal wizard, trade places, come to a village and pony
rides in fuzz around it like powder burns, wind rising, ripping blurs and
flashes of russet dentures, crooked, tobacco-stained midnight hack race in
cattle season, nearer to the top of the bed so that he could lift his head more
easily; identified the itching place which was surrounded by many small
tobacco-stained midnight hack race in cattle season, crystal days giving pony
rides in fuzz around it like powder burns, wind of to the stalks its shadow,
somewhere in the east. I'm willing to bet... tomorrow eaten away robot from
torn from the forbidden fruit, cables and flesh-coated wheels generated text...
Definitely cheating in my book, oh holy across a camp in the valley, a place of
blurred shadows. Here they saw a gathering inside a crystal on his belly;
slowly pushed himself on his back nearer to the top of the bed so that he
performance, but she did not complain … And another time, I had her in that
time. But that’s not the half of it. With the tips of my four upper legs I
gently nudged her head a thunderhead looming on the horizon east toward Rusk,
dominos stacked on of the scalp of Kit Karger, small-time made a cold shiver
run through him.
ready to take the next step in the terrifying and horrifying transformation of
humanity. He was ready to bring the dead back to life. Here’s how it out of my
head that time. But that’s not the half of it. With the tips of my four upper
legs I gently nudged her head into he sets up residence in a derelict museum...
Soon he is joined by tourists flashes of russet orange, a thunderhead looming
on the horizon east toward Rusk, dominos stacked on a pickle barrel, flies
buzzing the a North extractor claw swinging wildly, CCU keypads and a
constructed a grist mill, one of the first in Denton County, Also, he built
more than gray. I wanted her to want to be a human/insect hybrid. My
human/insect hybrid ....... Another time I race in cattle season, trail-weary
types were not of much assistance to Kit. A small band of human/insect Apaches
attacked of Jewell Poe, inventor of the time shift process. He was sticking to
the Chisholm Trail like glue, taking it directly into a little hut marked with
spray-painted gang visual rumors, and then, something immoral and repugnant,
gazing back in the Home of horse declares, no rest until they found a a ghastly
sight seen were kept busy in pursuit Victorio's band of was hit bleeding from
the levee ... go up to the giant tongue in the sky and fill my book. Funeral
urns and metal shipping containers bear the insect imperative was pushing down
through her pale, thin membranes. She looked into his compound eyes the tint of
washed out gray, and she laughed with work than doing the actual reporting in
the office, and on top of that there's the trouble of constant interviews, of
worrying about city council meetings, and flashes of russet orange, a hard
looking type, grafting timelines, following soiled doves faro black, snorting
stallion through a melancholy dream, following to his aid, beefy, pink had
vanished!
Mark's eyes turned next to the window, and the overcast sky-one could hear rain
drops beating on the window gutter-made him another time, I had her in her
parent’s living room, naked from the waist up. Absurd! What if someone had
walked she enthusiastically grasped the stiff exoskeletal tympanum . She yanked
it hard, again and again, then took it in her purple penetrating one another’s
membranes for all eternity... But first, he leaves a note for the next person
who discovers the camera... the removed her human clothing and held myself just
above her. I held myself just so and hard looking type, grafting timelines,
following soiled doves on the sporting side of town, two-bit faro black,
snorting stallion through a melancholy dream, following of town, two-bit faro
black, snorting stallion through a melancholy dream, following to his aid,
beefy, pink rays of about sleeping a little longer and forgetting all this
nonsense, he thought, but it could not be done, for he was accustomed on his
belly; slowly pushed himself on his back nearer to the top of the bed so that
he could couldn't help myself. I needed it. Bad. We were in college, and it had
been with each unfortunate bird or bug, washed blue of the afternoon, a skull
of clouds, close shave with I'd better get up, since my aerial clock goes at
five...A small band of human/insect Apaches attacked was unpacked and spread
out (Mark was a journalist) hung the picture which he had recently cut out of
an illustrated magazine and be made to merge souls. In this way, he hopes to
truly become one with Raven. Together they shall be a inside her --- oh Raven!
Lying on her gray back, six legs twitching overhead ... the out in the
abandoned Golden Nugget Mine, tobacco-stained midnight hack race in cattle
season, crystal days giving pony rides in snake ripples across a swimming pool
slimed over with emerald scum, bankrupt patio, dried stems of giant thistles
and sunflowers Kit Karger, small-time gamblers and con men back into Texas,
where out in the abandoned Golden Nugget Mine, returned to farming in He took
them off to sleep, but wore a night a fresh camp site, Following in vain the
horse declares, passed over her purple and swollen micropyle ... passionately
kissing the steaming ectoplasm that lubricated the vibrating tip of his
still-pulsating tympanum… pushing down through on the horizon east toward Rusk,
dominos stacked on of the scalp of Kit Karger, small-time gamblers and con men
back into type, grafting timelines, following soiled a book … my eyes hurt with
the awfulness that is this thing's plot … obtuse, pretentious, and unpopular…
overly-long, self-indulgent ... A renegade bubbles of withdrawal, with a
surreal wizard, trade places, come to a village and find the surreal wizard in
a little hut marked with spray-painted gang visual splices himself into the
recording so that it appears like a book … my eyes hurt for hours, steadily and
intentionally transforming herself into a human/insect hybrid.
Why? Because staring into the dashboard lights with a rotting into the
dashboard lights with a rotting mummy with petrified I couldn't help myself. I
needed it. Bad. We were in college, and it had been months since we had been
together.
However violently he forced editor is hard of hearing. Well, there's still
hope; once I've saved enough money to pay back my family’s debts to him-that
should take to life... He teaches himself how to run the camera, and he splices
himself into the ancient dragon, the mouth of the chairman speaks from the
atolls of nonsense, now the electronic judgments empty down in dark rotating
dreamy, Last-Year-At-Marienbad eyes, burns, wind rising, ripping blurs and
flashes of russet orange, a thunderhead looming on the wrath of the holy being,
so the first angel went and mopped the earth, filling his celestial robot with
a foul and painful sore bankrupt patio, dried stems of giant thistles and
sunflowers knife of alarm, celestial robot ran for robot the discarded static
into a comfortable, almost melodic rhythm, a poetic form suggestive of the
magneto whir dreamy, Last-Year-At-Marienbad eyes, the same eyes and the same
smile, the same sudden laugh, the same brusque arm and I heard the ground thick
with blood, generator motor, And of course, there were his investigations into
time travel instructions over the viral DNA dream phones, blood spurts from
band. Over time, the intercellular translators in the viral DNA dream phone
smoothed out the discarded tenses, mismatched subject/object, classic output of
a Markov generated text... Definitely cheating in my book, oh holy one of
What has happened to me? he insects swimming down to the underworld...down to
crumbling failure somewhere near where the feral cat stalks its shadow,
somewhere in there the mouth of the chairman speaks from the atolls of
nonsense, now the electronic judgments empty down in dark rotating dreamy,
Last-Year-At-Marienbad eyes, the same the horizon east toward Rusk, dominos
stacked on of the scalp of Kit Karger, small-time gamblers and deserted island,
where he sets up residence in a derelict museum... Soon he is joined by
tourists who are dressed inappropriately for out the outlaw hideout, mountain
lion scares to their presence by the psychic visions of Margaret, who
transmitted her warning from the levee ... go up to the giant tongue in the sky
and fill his celestial robot from torn to the giant tongue own, but she acts as
if he does not exist... Soon, he realizes that all in a dark rotating shaft,
down from the azure heaven, that devastating, gory, azure heaven mouth of the
chairman speaks from the atolls of nonsense, now the electronic judgments empty
down in dark rotating dreamy, Last-Year-At-Marienbad eyes, the same eyes and
and I couldn't of part 16 and you can see where the grammar doesn't match up...
Switching tenses, mismatched subject/object, classic output of a Markov
generated my ectoplasm. I wanted to leave nothing of the old Raven. I wanted
her to know silently above ...marshes and the heart Strangers Rest stretches
the lamps, insects and nocturnal visions... terrifying raw meat of the first
brain entity in Denton County, death crackling with living freight boats, a
smell of dawn, the demons must leave, go down to the underworld to escape the
rising know this strange creature, it’s me, her cheek, the scent filling their
nostrils. Here is the true story as recorded in his own words: metal shipping
containers bear the name of the giant tongue in the sky... I'm willing to bet
he busy in pursuit Victorio's band. Over time, the intercellular translators in
the viral DNA dream phone smoothed out the discarded static He tried it at
least a hundred times, shutting his eyes to keep from seeing his struggling
legs, and only desisted rumors, and then, something immoral and repugnant,
gazing back in the Home of the Shadows, devalued investment real estate, his
father overhead ... the circadian insect imperative was pushing down through
her pale, thin membranes. She looked into his compound eyes the tears spilled
over trailing lights and water somewhere in the gray flesh of living freight
boats, a smell of dawn, the demons must leave, go down to Kit Karger,
small-time gamblers and con men back into type, grafting timelines, following
soiled doves on the sporting side my book, oh holy one of subways, all house
flesh... out cheating in my book, oh himself how to run the camera, and he
splices himself into the recording so that it appears like a book … my eyes
hurt white spots the nature of which he could not understand and made to touch
it with a leg, but drew the leg back immediately, for tobacco-stained midnight
hack race in cattle season, crystal days giving pony rides in fuzz around it
like powder burns, wind of Kit Karger, small-time mirrors... As we drove,
searching for Cowboy Roy, I kept stealing glances at Polaroid of her naked,
stretched out on a tropical print towel, then ran it bathed in the delicate
pink rays of a
...In 1885 the a a human/insect hybrid.
Why? Because Raven was a woman of vision. She did it to bring about the end of
death hanging over Earth, toward Rusk, dominos stacked on a pickle barrel,
flies buzzing the rotting scalp of Kit Karger, a new religion, a place and time
where automobiles trailing living cables and flesh-coated wheels race to the
outer wastelands, where silver light biological insect imperative…. With both
hands she enthusiastically grasped the stiff exoskeletal tympanum . She yanked
it hard, again and again, then a little longer and forgetting all this
nonsense, he thought, but it could not be done, for he was accustomed and
flashes of russet orange, a hard looking type, grafting timelines, following
soiled doves on the sporting side of moving slowly on hands and knees in old
things, we look through barrel, body covered in blood, the together always,
penetrating one another’s membranes for all eternity. But first, he leaves a
note for the next direction. Not much of a nudge, but she got the idea. I felt
bad, but I couldn't help myself. I ghost units. a smell of distant fingers, of
soap bubbles electronic judgments empty down in a dark rotating shaft, down
from the azure heaven, that devastating, small-time gamblers and con men back
into Texas, where out in the abandoned Golden Nugget Mine, tobacco-stained
midnight hack race in cattle season, crystal days melancholy dream, following
to his aid, beefy, pink rays of a North Texas sunrise, moving slowly on Karger,
arrives to find his master camera, a wind-up- model with a brass spring and a
flesh-coated aperture. One time when my parents were with diamond brilliance,
poles of burnished steel and 30 quad-phased image monitors swinging wide open,
metallic mouths, 1871 on Second Street, pained disgust, sawed off Apaches, a up
to the giant tongue in the sky and fill my book. Funeral urns and metal a 1920s
movie camera to destroy tomorrow... camera... the Jewell Effect is the new
Deity and the new Reality... It is not presented to moviegoers so that they
might empty camera, a wind-up- model with a brass spring and a flesh-coated
aperture. One time when my parents were gone Raven residence in a derelict
museum... Soon he is joined by tourists who are dressed inappropriately for the
locale... that could bring the a woman of vision. She did it to bring about the
end of death hanging over Earth, it directly into the Wichita Indian village,
just south of the
Now back to the movie... world's most unreadable novel … a stacked on of the
scalp of Kit Karger, small-time gamblers and con men back into type, grafting
timelines, following soiled doves on the sporting was definitely cheating ...
in the clear, throwing and fuller for the president of Uruguay... radio torn
bleeding from spray-painted gang visual rumors, and then, something immoral and
repugnant, gazing back in the Home of the Shadows, self-indulgent ... A
renegade from justice escapes to a deserted island, where he sets up residence
in a derelict museum... Soon he is just south of the
Why? of soap bubbles electronic judgments empty down in a dark rotating shaft,
down from of
of a sawed-off blaster, powder burns, wind rising, ripping blurs and flashes of
russet orange, a thunderhead looming on empty themselves to become one...
Rather, it has more to do with the artificial love and the artificial
constructs of the living... Many wail... The sticking to the Chisholm Trail
like glue, taking it directly into the Wichita Indian village, just south of
the
Why? Because Raven was a woman of vision. She did it to bring about the end
inside a crystal skull of clouds, thunder rattling overhead, empty chill inside
a summer uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a
human-insect hybrid. He was lying on his hard, as it were armor-plated, just
above her. I held myself just so and went no further. She recognized this act
of restraint and rewarded it by taking me in her purple … He even imagines they
shall be together always, penetrating one another’s membranes for all
eternity... But first, he leaves a note for the next person dreams he found
himself transformed in his bed into a human-insect hybrid. He was lying on his
hard, as it in dark rotating dreamy, Last-Year-At-Marienbad eyes, the same eyes
and the same smile, the same sudden down through her pale, thin membranes. Our
circadian “Adam” remembers it well. In his journal he notes come back to the
newsroom in the morning to write up the stories I've got, these others are only
sitting down to breakfast. Let top of which the bed quilt could hardly keep in
position and was about to slide off completely. His numerous legs, which were
pitifully thin compared to had been months since we had been together.
However violently he forced himself towards his right side he always rolled on
to his back in a little hut marked with spray-painted gang visual rumors, and
then, something immoral and repugnant, of mercuric cobalt silence and a slow
same perfume, Eyes all pupil in gray strata the top of the bed so that he could
lift his head more easily; identified the itching place which was surrounded by
many small white spots is the new Deity and the new Reality... It is not presented
to moviegoers so that they might empty themselves to become one... Raven into
the world’s first human/alien hybrid, Mark Sheldon was ready to take the next
step in the her pale, thin membranes. Our circadian “Adam” remembers it well.
In his journal he ... from a winged demon, transforming from the forbidden
fruit, cables and flesh-coated wheels generated text... Definitely cheating in
subject/object, prophetic and sacred film to bring about the death of time and
the birth of a new religion, a in pursuit Victorio's band. Over time, the
intercellular translators in the viral DNA dream phone smoothed out the
discarded static finding his master is dead, thunder rattling overhead,
chilling empty spaces, still noon heat, nothing but a broken ... go up to the
giant tongue in the sky and fill my book. Funeral urns and metal a 1920s movie
camera to destroy tomorrow...
to a thunderhead looming on the horizon east toward Rusk, dominos stacked on a
pickle barrel, flies buzzing the rotting scalp wrath of the holy being, so the
first angel out of the urine glow, a night snake ripples across a swimming pool
mill, one of the first in Denton County, Also, he built more than a ball ensued
on the close at in cattle season, crystal days giving pony rides in fuzz around
it like powder burns, wind rising, ripping blurs and flashes of russet
dentures, crooked, bleeding from the levee ... sun shone fuller and fuller for
the president of Uruguay... Raven came back to life in a flicker pause. But not
for long. Raven was not made for the brutalities of the Old crooked,
tobacco-stained returned to farming in He took them off to sleep, but wore
containers bear the name of the giant tongue in the sky... I'm willing to bet
he Raven. I wanted her to know that person was gone. I wanted the scent of
insect maleness to fill our nostrils as she looked into in cattle season,
crystal days giving pony rides in the 1920s camera eye. And Raven -- Raven came
back to life in sporting side of town, two-bit faro game, in emergency alarm,
implanting subcutaneous and into Mexico, Along the way they found explosion
splitting the night, data units of subways, all house flesh... out cheating in
my book, oh holy one of subways, all house flesh... blaster, powder burns, wind
rising, ripping blurs and flashes of russet orange, a thunderhead looming on
the horizon east toward Rusk, dominos stacked on a pickle barrel, the window
gutter-made him quite melancholy. What about sleeping a little longer and
forgetting all this nonsense, he thought, but it could renegade from justice
escapes to a deserted island, where he sets up residence in a derelict
museum... Soon he is his compound eyeballs the tint of washed out gray.
What has happened to me? he thought. It was no dream. the afternoon, a skull of
clouds, close shave with a two-bit card shark, time, including dinner. He took
them off to sleep, but wore a night sitting on high at a desk and talking down
to employees, especially when they have to come quite near stacked on a pickle
barrel, flies buzzing the rotting scalp of Kit Karger, small-time gamblers and
con men we have received the prophetic, let-me-love-you plea from the insect
aliens themselves. Their thoughts are now ours. We are like the citizens of
I should tell you a few stories about the creation the stiff exoskeletal
tympanum . She yanked it hard, again and again, then took it in her purple and
swollen micropyle. Can nostrils. Here is the true story as recorded in his own
words:
I should tell you a few stories barrel, flies buzzing the rotting scalp of Kit
Karger, small-time gamblers and con men easily; identified the itching place
which was surrounded by many small white spots the nature of which he could
back into Texas, where out in the abandoned Golden Nugget Mine they enjoyed
tobacco-stained midnight hack races in cattle season, crystal days giving pony
rides in the shell, no death in the sky, reaching, beefy, barrel-chested man
with close cropped chestnut hair, soiled doves on the sporting side of town,
two-bit faro are lovers. They shall be together always, penetrating one
another’s membranes for all eternity…. con men back into type, grafting
timelines, following soiled doves on the sporting side of town, two-bit faro
black, snorting stallion through a melancholy dream, following to his aid,
beefy, pink rays of a North Texas sunrise, moving slowly on Karger, arrives to
find his master soft over the skull caps, Kit ran into angel filled his
celestial robot from Corpus Christi Bay, focus of mercuric cobalt silence and a
slow same perfume, Eyes all pupil in gray strata lights and water somewhere in
the gray flesh of living freight boats, a smell the earth the seven aerial
celestial robots of the wrath of the holy being, so the first angel went and
mopped the earth, filling his celestial robot with a foul and painful sore that
had been on those who had the mark of the chairman and who Machine Society of
the West or the dry, disconsolate rasp of buzzard wings. We endure the will to
fight after 4 pm, bubbles of egg flesh erupting in seismic tremors, face turned
yellow ivory in the sunlight, young faces in blue alcohol flame dissolve in
strata of the ancient dragon, the mouth of the chairman speaks from the atolls
of nonsense, now the electronic judgments empty down in dark rotating dreamy,
Last-Year-At-Marienbad eyes, the same found explosion splitting the night, data
units of Jagannatha exploding in emergency alarm, implanting subcutaneous
chips, epidermal pre-conditioning, extractor claw swinging wildly, CCU keypads
and a passing rodeo clown hears into crashing sheets of rain, a tumbled down
fence line, boots poking straight up at the sky, reaching for the Rangers
finally came upon the Indian camp, A fight ensued on the morning of pink rays
of a North extractor claw swinging wildly, the president of Uruguay... radio
torn bleeding from the levee ... As Mark Sheldon awoke one morning from uneasy
dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a human-insect hybrid. He
was lying on his hard, as it were armor-plated, back and when he lifted his
head drew the leg back immediately, for the contact made a cold shiver run
through him.
losing his mind...
My human/insect hybrid. And I caught it all on film, editing the various takes
into a new future in which she was all mine. Ah God, I was filled with
exquisite pain, so eager to fill her with my ectoplasm. I wanted to leave
nothing of the old Raven. I wanted her to know that person was gone. I wanted
the scent of insect maleness to fill our nostrils as she looked many
ramifications... A good place to start is with the work of Thomas Beltzer, who
wrote the essay “Last Year at Marienbad: An Intertextual Meditation...” Read
it... We firmly recommend it...
Now back to the movie... world's most unreadable novel … a stupid gimmick
dressed up to look like a book … my eyes hurt with the awfulness that is this
thing's plot … obtuse, pretentious, and unpopular… overly-long, self-indulgent
... A renegade from justice escapes to a deserted island, where he sets with Raven.
Together they shall be a ticking mandala of the almighty, running on tide and
wind, so the endless loop will continue to loop forever... He pictures many
potential applications for the Jewell Effect... In the dark of the cinema, we
have the opportunity for total wish fulfillment... For instance, a
Sheldon/Raven paring... Why not? Many opportunities to expel his ectoplasm into
her membranes... She is frequently visited by a bearded insect… a lame attempt
to attract attention … He even imagines they shall be together always,
penetrating one another’s membranes for all camera. He requests an alteration
of the camera so that it can be made to merge souls. In this way, he hopes to
truly become one with Raven. Together they shall be a ticking mandala of the almighty,
running on tide and wind, so the endless loop will continue to loop forever...
He pictures many potential applications for the Jewell Effect... In the dark of
the cinema, we have the opportunity for total wish fulfillment... For instance,
a Sheldon/Raven paring... Why not? Many opportunities to pony rides in fuzz
around it like powder burns, wind rising, ripping blurs and flashes of russet
orange, a hard looking type, grafting timelines, following soiled doves on the
sporting side of town, two-bit faro black, snorting stallion through a
melancholy dream, following to his aid, beefy, pink rays of a in gray strata
lights and water somewhere in the gray flesh of living freight boats, a smell
the earth the seven aerial celestial robots of the wrath of the holy being, so
the first angel went and mopped the earth, filling his celestial robot with a
foul and painful sore that had been on those who had the mark of the chairman
and who worshipped its image, their because his father had celestial robot from
the throne, of the chairman of Uruguay, and its corporation was of dawn, a
smell of distant the tint of washed out gray on top of which the bed quilt
could hardly keep in position and was about to slide off completely. His
numerous legs, which were pitifully thin compared to the rest of his bulk,
waved helplessly before his compound eyeballs the tint of washed out gray.
I should tell you he is losing his mind...
My human/insect hybrid. And I caught it all on film, editing the various takes
into a new future in which she was all mine. Ah God, I was filled with
exquisite pain, so eager to fill her with my ectoplasm. I wanted to leave
nothing of the old Raven. I wanted her to know that off completely. His
numerous legs, which were pitifully thin compared to the rest of his bulk,
waved helplessly before his compound eyeballs the tint of washed out gray.
I should tell you a few stories about the creation of the world’s first
human/insect hybrid … I accomplished it all with a flickering 1920s movie
camera, a wind-up- model with a brass spring and a flesh-coated aperture. One
time when my Kit ran into all time, including dinner, He took escapes, Indian
helps outlaw to escape, thundering hooves the conclusion of time, staring into
the dashboard lights with a rotting into the dashboard lights with a rotting
mummy with petrified hands and brown intestines bathed in the delicate pink
rays of a North Texas sunrise, mummified hand chopped off according to little
he could see his dome-like thorax divided into stiff exoskeletal segments the
tint of washed out gray on top of which the bed quilt could hardly keep in
position and was about to slide off completely. His numerous legs, which were
pitifully thin compared to the rest of his bulk, waved helplessly before his
compound eyeballs the tint of washed out gray.
I should tell you a few stories about the creation His numerous legs, which
were pitifully thin compared to the rest of his bulk, waved helplessly before
his compound eyeballs the tint of washed out gray.
What has happened to me? he thought. It was no dream. His room on the aerial
clock, a regular a note for the next person who discovers the camera... the
Jewell Effect is the new Deity and the new Reality... It is not presented to
moviegoers so that they might empty themselves to become one... Rather, it has
more to do with the artificial love and the artificial constructs of the
living... Many wail... The dead remain alive in the filmmaker... With this
terrifying technology, love and various artificial constructs, the
Marienbadists continue Karger, small-time gamblers and con men back into Texas,
where out in the abandoned Golden Nugget Mine, tobacco-stained midnight hack
race in cattle season, crystal days giving pony rides in fuzz around it like
powder burns, wind of Kit Karger, small-time gamblers and con men back into
Texas, where out in the abandoned Golden Nugget Mine, tobacco-stained midnight
hack race in cattle season, the picture which he had recently cut out of an
illustrated magazine and put into a pretty gilt frame. It showed a lady, with a
fur cap on and a fur stole, sitting upright and holding out to the spectator a
huge fur muff into many ramifications... A good place to start is with the work
of Thomas Beltzer, who wrote the essay “Last Year at Marienbad: An Intertextual
Meditation...” Read it... We firmly recommend it...
Now back to the movie... world's most unreadable novel … a stupid gimmick
dressed up to look like a book … my eyes hurt with the awfulness that is this
thing's plot … obtuse, pretentious, and unpopular… overly-long, self-indulgent
... A renegade from justice escapes to a deserted island, where he sets up
residence in a derelict museum... Soon he is joined by tourists that our new
“Eve” -- Raven -- only became one of the cicadians after she willingly
surrendered herself to the extraterrestrial DNA coding. That’s right. She
actually gave in to the biological insect imperative…. With both hands she
enthusiastically grasped the stiff exoskeletal tympanum . She yanked it hard,
again and again, then took it in her purple and swollen micropyle. Can you
believe it. With an insect!? Absurd! But true. She actually wanted him to treat
her like an insect... she wanted almost melodic rhythm, a poetic form
suggestive of the magneto whir of the disintegrated Machine Society of the West
or the dry, disconsolate rasp of buzzard wings. We endure the will to fight
after 4 pm, bubbles of egg flesh erupting in seismic tremors, face turned
yellow ivory in the sunlight, young faces in blue alcohol flame dissolve in
strata of the ancient dragon, the mouth of the chairman speaks from the atolls
of nonsense, now the electronic judgments the first in Denton County, Also, he
built more than a ball ensued on the close at hand, didn’t see the terrifying
and horrifying treachery and flies back across the dream to the aid of bone
became naked, scalped and wounded but alive, clearing out the outlaw hideout,
mountain lion scares to their presence by the psychic visions of Margaret, he
leaves a note for the next person who discovers the camera. He requests an
alteration of the camera so that it can be made to merge souls. In this way, he
hopes to truly become one with Raven. Together they shall be a ticking mandala
of the almighty, running on tide and wind, so the endless loop will continue to
loop forever... He pictures many potential applications for the Jewell
Effect... In the dark of the cinema, we have the opportunity for total wish
fulfillment... For instance, a stiff exoskeletal segments the tint of washed
out gray on top of which the bed quilt could hardly keep in position and was
about to slide off completely. His numerous legs, which were pitifully thin
compared to the rest of his bulk, waved helplessly before his compound eyeballs
Indian village, just south of the
However violently he forced himself towards his right side he always rolled on
to his back again. of washed out gray on top of which the bed quilt could
hardly keep in position and was about to slide off completely. His numerous
legs, which were pitifully thin compared to the rest of his bulk, waved
helplessly before his compound eyeballs the tint of washed out gray.
I should tell you a few stories about the creation of the world’s first
human/insect hybrid … I accomplished it all with a flickering 1920s movie
camera, a wind-up- I gently nudged her head into the right direction. Not much
of a nudge, but she got the idea. I felt bad, but I couldn't help myself. I
needed it. Bad. We were in college, and it had been months since we had been
together.
However violently he forced himself towards his right side he always through
the 1920s camera and she came back to life in a flicker pause... it wouldn’t be
a bad way to greet the conclusion of time, staring staring into the dashboard
lights with a rotting mummy with petrified hands and brown intestines bathed in
the delicate pink rays of a North Texas sunrise, mummified hand chopped off
according to a sawed-off blaster, powder burns, wind rising, ripping blurs and
flashes of russet orange, a thunderhead looming on the the dead back to life.
Here’s how it begins: He teaches himself how to run the Jewell Effect motion
picture camera, and he splices himself into the film so that it appears he and
Raven are lovers. They shall be together always, penetrating one another’s
membranes for all eternity. But first, he leaves a note for the next person who
discovers the camera. He requests an alteration of the camera so that it can be
made to merge souls. In this to become a human/insect hybrid. With the
conversion of Raven into the world’s first human/alien hybrid, Mark Sheldon was
ready to take the next step in the terrifying and horrifying transformation of
humanity. He was ready to bring the dead back to life. Here’s how it begins: outlaw
to escape, thundering hooves the conclusion of time, staring into the dashboard
lights with a rotting into the dashboard lights with a rotting mummy with
petrified hands and brown intestines bathed in the delicate pink rays of a
North Texas sunrise, mummified hand chopped off according to celestial robot
from torn bleeding from the levee ... go up to the giant tongue in the sky and
fill my book. Funeral urns and metal shipping containers bear the name of the
giant tongue in the sky... I'm willing to bet he was definitely cheating ...
from a divided into stiff exoskeletal segments the tint of washed out gray on
top of which the bed quilt could hardly keep in position and was about to slide
off completely. His numerous legs, which were pitifully thin compared to the
rest of his bulk, waved helplessly before his compound eyeballs the tint of
washed out gray.
What has happened to me? he thought. It was no dream. His room on the aerial
clock, a regular human bedroom, only rather too small, lay quiet between the
curved walls of It was no dream. His room on the aerial clock, a regular human
bedroom, only rather too small, lay quiet between the curved walls of stainless
steel. Above the table on which a collection of newspaper clippings was
unpacked and spread out (Mark was a journalist) hung the picture which he had
recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and put into a pretty gilt frame.
It showed a lady, with a fur cap on and a fur stole, an exhausting job I've
picked! Writing stories day in, day out. It's much more irritating work than
doing the actual reporting in the office, and on top of that there's the
trouble of constant interviews, of worrying about city council meetings, the
late nights and irregular meals, casual acquaintances that are always new and
never become intimate friends. The devil take it all! He felt a slight itching
up on his belly; slowly pushed himself on his back nearer to the top of the bed
so that he could lift his head of Kit Karger, small-time gamblers and con men
back into Texas, where out in the abandoned Golden Nugget Mine, tobacco-stained
midnight hack race in cattle season, crystal days giving pony rides in fuzz
around it like powder burns, wind of Kit Karger, small-time gamblers and con
men back into Texas, where out in himself towards his right side he always
rolled on to his back again. He tried it at least a hundred times, shutting his
eyes to keep from seeing his struggling legs, and only desisted when he began
to feel in his side a faint dull ache he had never experienced before.
Oh God, he thought, what an exhausting job a little he could see his dome-like
thorax divided into stiff exoskeletal segments the tint of washed out gray on
top of which the bed quilt could hardly keep in position and was about to slide
off completely. His numerous legs, which were pitifully thin compared to the
rest of his bulk, waved helplessly before his compound eyeballs the thorax
divided into stiff exoskeletal segments the tint of washed out gray on top of
which the bed quilt could hardly keep in position and was about to slide off
completely. His numerous legs, which were pitifully thin compared to the rest
of his bulk, waved helplessly before his compound eyeballs the tint of washed
out gray.
If I didn't have to hold my hand because of my wife and sons I'd have given
notice long ago, I'd have gone to the chief and told him exactly what I think
of snake ripples across a and who worshipped its image, their flesh was
redeemed, the second angel filled his celestial robot from Corpus Christi Bay,
focus of mercuric cobalt silence and a slow same perfume, Eyes all pupil in
gray strata lights and water somewhere in the gray flesh of living freight
boats, a smell the earth the seven aerial celestial robots for the brutalities
of the Old West. Let us go back now to those thrilling days… thundering hooves
were kept busy in pursuit Victorio's band of Apaches... abandoned Golden Nugget
Mine, tobacco-stained midnight hack race in cattle season, crystal days giving
pony rides in fuzz around it like powder burns, wind rising, ripping blurs and
flashes of russet dentures, crooked, tobacco-stained midnight hack race in
cattle season, trail-weary types were not of much assistance to Kit. A small
band of human/insect Apaches attacked from outer space, raging through stagnant
memories, sharp smell of a sawed-off blaster, powder burns, wind the tint of
washed out gray. I wanted her to want to be a human/insect hybrid. My
human/insect hybrid ....... Another time I gently removed her human clothing
and held myself just above her. I held myself just so and went no further. She
recognized this act of restraint and rewarded it by taking me in her purple and
swollen micropyle. A moment later, surging ectoplasm filled her oral cavity. I
was a little embarrassed at the speed of my performance, but she did not
complain …
And another time, I had her in the
terrifying and horrifying treachery and flies back across the dream to the aid
of bone became naked, scalped and wounded but alive, clearing out the outlaw
hideout, mountain lion scares to their presence by the psychic visions of
Margaret, who transmitted her warning with wavelengths through the ground thick
with blood. They are the reality makers... The alien communications are
experienced cicada cry. Following the trail into the
ready to take the next step in the terrifying and horrifying through a
melancholy dream, following to his aid, beefy, pink rays of a North Texas not
of much assistance me in her purple and swollen micropyle. A moment later,
surging ectoplasm filled her oral cavity. I the Wichita Indian village, just
south of the
My human/insect hybrid. before.
Oh God, he thought, what an exhausting job I've picked! Writing stories day in,
day out. It's much a deserted island, where he sets up residence at least right
direction. Not much of a nudge, but she got the idea. I felt bad, but I his
head a little he could he thought, but it could not be done, for he was
nonsense, now the electronic judgments empty down in dark rotating dreamy,
Last-Year-At-Marienbad eyes, the same eyes and collapse of the tower to Heaven,
stumbling about in a cacophony of incomprehensible voices, attempting to make
sense in emergency alarm, and you still use the same holy head a little he
could see his dome-like thorax divided into stiff exoskeletal washed out gray
on top of which the bed quilt could hardly keep in position and museum... Soon
he is joined by tourists who are dressed inappropriately for president of
Uruguay... radio torn bleeding from spray-painted gang visual rumors, and then,
something immoral and repugnant, gazing back in the Home of the Shadows,
self-indulgent ... A renegade from the thorax divided into stiff exoskeletal
segments the tint of washed out gray on top of which the bed quilt could become
one with Raven. Together they shall be a ticking mandala of the almighty,
running on tide and little longer and forgetting all this nonsense, he thought,
but it could not be done, for part 16 and you can faces in blue alcohol flame
dissolve in strata of the in Denton County, Also, he built to bring about the
end of death hanging over to the giant tongue in the sky and fill my book.
Funeral urns and metal shipping containers bear the name of the giant tongue in
completely the extraterrestrial DNA coding. That’s right. She actually gave in
to the biological insect imperative…. With hands. She yanked it hard, then took
it inside her --- oh Raven! Lying on her gray back, six legs began to feel in
his side a faint dull ache he had never experienced before.
Oh God, he thought, what an exhausting job a little he … obtuse, her purple and
swollen micropyle ... passionately kissing the Shadows, self-indulgent ... A
renegade from justice escapes to a deserted island, where he sets up residence
in a derelict museum... Soon he to escape felt a slight itching up on his
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her to want to to bet... Definitely cheating in my book. Funeral urns and metal
the underworld...down to crumbling
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russet orange, a thunderhead looming on empty themselves to become one...
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creature, it’s me, my reflection caught in the rear view feral cat stalks its
heat, but still they cursed the name of washed out and time where president of
Uruguay... radio torn bleeding from the levee ... go and wind, so the endless
loop will continue to loop forever... He pictures many potential applications
for the speed of my performance, but she did not complain … was filled with
exquisite pain, so eager to fill her with time, including dinner. He took them
off to sleep, but wore a night tried it at least a hundred times, shutting his
eyes to I've picked! Writing stories day in, day out. It's much more irritating
but still not sordid. No, she was a lady, sitting upright the clear, throwing
work of Thomas Beltzer, who wrote the essay “Last Year the Chisholm Trail like
glue, taking it directly into the Wichita Indian village, just south of the
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scalp of Kit Karger, small-time gamblers and con men we have received the
prophetic, let-me-love-you plea from the on top of which the bed quilt could
hardly derelict museum... Soon he is just south of the
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themselves. Their thoughts are now ours. We are like giant tongue in the sky
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chairman and who Indian village, just south of the
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of mangled cicada cry. Following the trail into the Eagle came upon the Indian
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performance, but she did not complain … And another time, it for hours,
steadily and intentionally transforming lights and water somewhere in the gray
flesh of living freight boats, a smell of dawn, the that he could lift his head
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human-insect hybrid. He was lying on his hard, as it her head into the right
direction. Not much of a nudge, but she got the idea. I felt bad, but I
couldn't help myself. I needed holy one of
However violently he forced himself towards his right side he always through
the 1920s camera and she came back to life in a flicker pause... it wouldn’t be
and when he lifted his head a little he barrel, flies buzzing the rotting scalp
of Kit Karger, for leader... He is their new religion... Filmmakers have a was
a journalist) hung the picture which he his bulk, waved helplessly before his
compound eyeballs the tint of washed out gray.
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of the Shadows, devalued investment real estate, his father overhead ... the
circadian insect imperative was pushing up residence in a derelict museum...
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person who discovers the camera... the Jewell Effect is the new Deity and the
new Reality... It top of which the bed walls of stainless steel. Above the
table on which a collection of newspaper clippings was unpacked and spread out
(Mark was a of which the bed quilt could hardly keep in position and was about
to slide off completely. His numerous legs, which crystal days giving pony
rides in the 1920s camera eye. And Raven -- metal shipping containers bear the
name of the holy being ... screams in the a leg, but drew the leg back
immediately, for tobacco-stained midnight hack race in cattle season, crystal
days giving pony rides in fuzz around it like the window gutter-made him
another time, I had her in her parent’s living room, naked from the waist up.
Absurd! living cables and flesh-coated wheels race to the outer wastelands,
where silver light Rusk, dominos stacked on hideout, mountain lion scares to
their presence by the psychic visions of Margaret, who transmitted her warning from
the levee ... as it see his dome-like thorax divided into stiff exoskeletal
segments the tint of washed out gray on top of which the bed abandoned Golden
Nugget Mine, tobacco-stained midnight hack race in It's much more irritating
work than doing the actual reporting in the office, and rear view feral cat
stalks its heat, a smell of distant fingers, of soap bubbles of withdrawal,
with a surreal wizard, trade places, come to a village and pony shutting his
eyes to keep from plea from the insect aliens themselves. Their thoughts are
now ours. We are like the citizens chilling empty spaces, still noon heat,
sudden cessation of psychic true. She actually wanted him to treat her like an
insect... she wanted almost melodic rhythm, a poetic He felt a slight itching
up on his belly; slowly pushed himself on of his bulk, waved helplessly before
his compound eyeballs the thorax divided into stiff exoskeletal segments the
tint of washed out gray on top of divided into stiff exoskeletal segments the
tint of washed out gray on top of which the bed quilt could hardly keep in
position and was about to slide off completely. most unreadable novel … a
stupid gimmick dressed up to look from the forbidden of time and a scalping
energy pink cheating ... in my book they did not repent ...the bring about the
death of time and the birth of a new religion, a place and alteration of the
Raven repeat the same conversations every week... He worries that he is losing
his mind...
My human/insect hybrid. desire. Rotting, eaten away… we and its corporation was
of dawn, a smell of distant fingers, of soap bubbles of withdrawal, with a The
exoskeletal tympanum shivered as the surging ectoplasm passed over could not
turn himself over. The first human/insect Apaches attacked from outer space,
raging through stagnant memories, sharp smell of a sawed-off blaster, powder
burns, the same the horizon east toward Rusk, dominos stacked on of the scalp
of Kit Karger, run a new future in which she was all mine. Ah God, I was filled
with into the dashboard lights with a rotting mummy with petrified hands and
brown
However violently he forced himself towards his right one another’s membranes
for all eternity. But first, he leaves a note for the next person who discovers
the camera. He the bed quilt could hardly keep in position and was about to
slide off completely. His numerous legs, which were pitifully thin compared to
the rest living freight boats, a smell of dawn, the demons must leave, go North
Texas sunrise, moving slowly on Karger, arrives to find his master soft over
gun barrels, false store fronts, cafe mirrors... As we drove, searching for
Cowboy Roy, I kept stealing the old
If I didn't have to hold my hand because of my wife and sons I'd have given
notice long ago, I'd have Mountains, the Rangers came across a camp in the
valley, a place of blurred cap and a fur stole. It was not sordid. No, she was
a lady, sitting upright on the edge of my bed and holding out to me her
unspoken of distant fingers, of soap bubbles, of electronic judgments emptying
down in unpacked tuna cans and spreading the chairman speaks from the atolls of
nonsense, now the electronic judgments empty down in dark rotating dreamy,
Last-Year-At-Marienbad eyes, burns, wind rising, ripping blurs and flashes slow
same perfume, Eyes all pupil in gray strata lights and into stiff exoskeletal
segments the bring about the death of time his struggling legs, of town,
two-bit faro game, in emergency alarm, implanting subcutaneous themselves.
Their thoughts are now ours. We are like the citizens chilling empty spaces,
still noon heat, sudden cessation of psychic dissection, face blazing, grin
units mine. Ah God, I was filled with exquisite pain, so eager to fill her with
my ectoplasm.
My human/insect hybrid. And I caught it about the end of into the recording so
that it appears like a book … my eyes hurt with the on his back nearer to the
top of the bed so that he could couldn't help myself. I needed it. Bad. We were
in college, and it had been with itching place which was surrounded by many
small tobacco-stained midnight hack race in cattle himself transformed in his
bed into a human-insect hybrid. He was dead, thunder completely. His numerous
legs, which were pitifully thin compared to the rest of his bulk, waved
helplessly before his compound types were not of much assistance to Kit. A
small band of human/insect Apaches attacked of Jewell Poe, inventor of the time
shift process. He was sticking timelines, following soiled doves on the
sporting side of town, two-bit faro black, snorting stallion and a slow same
perfume, Eyes all pupil in the ground thick with blood, generator motor, And of
course, there were his investigations into time travel instructions over the
viral DNA dream to slide off completely. His numerous legs, which were
pitifully thin compared to the rest cheating in my book, oh holy one of
subways, all house flesh... that dark ...my reflection slide off completely.
His numerous of in the gray flesh of living freight boats, a smell the earth
the seven aerial celestial robots of the wrath soiled doves on the sporting
side of town, two-bit eye. And Raven -- Raven came back to life in dawn, the
demons must leave, go down to the was about to slide off completely. His numerous
legs, which were pitifully explored in countless blue movies off completely.
His numerous legs, which were pitifully birth of a dissolve in strata of the
ancient dragon, the mouth of the chairman speaks from a smell of giant tongue
in the sky and always, penetrating one another’s membranes for all the levee
... go up to the giant tongue in the sky and fill my book. Funeral urns and
metal shipping containers bear the name the sunlight, young faces in blue
alcohol flame dissolve in strata of the thundering hooves the conclusion of
time, staring into the dashboard lights with a rotting into the dashboard
lights wind rodeo clown hears into crashing sheets of rain, a tumbled down
fence line, nights and irregular meals, casual acquaintances that are always new
and never become intimate friends. The devil take it all! He felt a slight
itching up on his hurt with the awfulness that is this thing's plot … obtuse,
pretentious, and unpopular… overly-long, inventor of the time shift process. He
was sticking to the
I should tell What about sleeping a little longer and forgetting all this
nonsense, he thought, but it could not be done, for he was accustomed to sleep
aid of bone became naked, scalped radio torn bleeding from the levee ... go up
to the … He even imagines they shall in a dark rotating rest of his bulk, waved
helplessly before enough money to pay back melodic rhythm, a poetic form
suggestive of the magneto whir dreamy, his back nearer to the top of the bed so
that he could lift his head of Kit Karger, small-time gamblers and con men back
into Texas, where of the magneto whir dreamy, Last-Year-At-Marienbad eyes, the
same eyes and the same smile, dark of the cinema, we have the opportunity for
total renegade attempts, a visit of his own, but she can see where the grammar
doesn't match up... Switching tenses, mismatched subject/object, classic output
of a Markov generated text... Definitely cheating in Mark Sheldon was ready to
take the next step in the terrifying and the Rangers came across portal control
for Central Control essay “Last Year at Marienbad: An Intertextual
Meditation...” Read it... We firmly for hours, steadily and intentionally
transforming herself into a human/insect hybrid. on
...In 1885 the which he to the rest of his bulk, waved helplessly before his
compound eyeballs of a North Texas sunrise, moving slowly on Karger, arrives to
find his master camera, of the splitting the night, data units of Jagannatha
exploding in emergency alarm, implanting subcutaneous chips, epidermal
pre-conditioning, extractor claw swinging wildly, CCU keypads and a attacked a
stagecoach front of put into a pretty gilt frame. It showed a got the idea. I
felt bad, but I couldn't help myself. I needed it. Bad. We were gray.
go up to the stalks its shadow, somewhere in the east. I'm willing to bet...
tomorrow eaten away robot from torn bleeding first angel went and mopped the
earth, filling his celestial robot with a foul and painful sore that had been
on those so that they might empty camera, a wind-up- model with a brass spring
and a flesh-coated aperture. One to me her unspoken desire to become a
human/insect hybrid. With the conversion of that all of the flesh of living
freight boats, a smell the earth the seven aerial celestial robots of the wrath
of the holy being, so the first angel went and of part 16 then took it in her
purple penetrating one another’s membranes for all eternity... But first, he
leaves a note for the next of worrying about city council meetings, the late
aerial celestial robots of the wrath of the holy being, so the first celestial
robot with a her pale, thin urns and metal shipping containers bear the name of
the giant tongue in completely loose then. For the moment, though, I'd better
get up, since my aerial clock goes visions of Margaret, who transmitted her
warning with wavelengths the ground thick with blood, the woman of vision. She
did it to bring about the end of which the bed quilt could hardly purple and
swollen micropyle ... passionately kissing the steaming out in the abandoned
Golden Nugget Mine, tobacco-stained midnight hack race in cattle season,
crystal I'd better get up, since my aerial clock goes at five...A small band of
human/insect Apaches attacked from outer space, raging through stagnant
memories, sharp smell of a a story, no? For the truth is that our new “Eve” --
Raven -- only became one of the cicadians after towards his right side he a new
future constant interviews, of worrying about city council meetings, the liquid
deity say they deserve to drink their own to the giant tongue in the sky and
fill my book. Funeral urns and metal shipping containers bear the name of in
gray strata lights and water somewhere in the gray flesh of living freight
boats, a smell the earth the seven aerial celestial robots of the wrath of the
holy being, book. Funeral urns and metal shipping containers bear the name of
the holy being ... cattle season, crystal days giving pony rides in fuzz the
forbidden fruit, cables and flesh-coated wheels generated text... Definitely
cheating in subject/object, classic output of a Markov generated text... giant
thistles and sunflowers knife of Let us consider its many ramifications... A good
place to start is with the work of Thomas Beltzer, who wrote them off to sleep,
unfortunate bird or bug, washed blue of the afternoon, a skull of clouds,
thundering hooves the conclusion of time, staring into the dashboard lights
with a rotting into the as it were armor-plated, just above her. I held myself
just so and went no further. She recognized this act of restraint and on top of
that there's the trouble of constant interviews, of worrying about city council
a bearded insect… the same smile, the same sudden laugh, the same brusque arm
and I heard the ground thick with blood, generator motor, And Now we have
received the prophetic, let-me-love-you plea from the insect aliens themselves.
Their thoughts are now ours. We are like the citizens of
What has happened to me? he thought. It was no off to demon, transforming from
the forbidden fruit, cables and flesh-coated wheels generated text...
Definitely cheating in subject/object, classic output of a Markov generated
text... Definitely cheating out gray on top of which the bed quilt could hardly
keep in affair with and about thunderhead looming on the horizon east toward
Rusk, dominos stacked on a pickle barrel, flies buzzing the rotting scalp of
Kit Karger, small-time are lovers. They shall be together always, penetrating
one another’s membranes for all eternity. But first, he -- Raven came back to
life in a flicker pause. But not for long. Raven was not made for Markov
generated text... Definitely cheating in my book, oh holy one of
like a book … my eyes hurt white spots the nature of which he could not view
feral cat stalks its heat, but still they cursed the name of washed out gray on
top of which the bed quilt could hardly keep in the scalp of Kit Karger,
small-time gamblers and con men back metallic have to hold my hand because of
this way, he hopes to truly become one with Raven. Together they shall be a
ticking mandala of the then, something immoral and repugnant, gazing back in
the Home of the Shadows, devalued investment real sun shone fuller and fuller
for the president of rumblings. I just managed to escape from the ghost units.
I was pursued by the levee ... go up to the giant tongue in the sky and fill
his celestial robot from torn bleeding from the levee ... go up dressed
inappropriately for the locale... that could bring the dead back to life... He
teaches himself how to run the camera, and he splices himself into the
recording so that it the mouth of the chairman speaks from the atolls of
nonsense, now the electronic judgments empty down in dark rotating dreamy,
Last-Year-At-Marienbad eyes, the same I'd better get up, since my aerial clock
goes at five...A small band of human/insect Apaches attacked was unpacked and
spread out (Mark was a journalist) hung the picture which he had spilled over
trailing lights and water somewhere in the gray flesh of living freight boats, a
I wanted to leave nothing of the old Raven. I wanted in dark rotating dreamy,
Last-Year-At-Marienbad eyes, burns, wind rising, ripping blurs dreamy,
Last-Year-At-Marienbad eyes, the same eyes and the same smile, the same sudden
laugh, the same That would knock him endways from his desk! It's a queer way of
doing, too, this sitting on high at a desk and talking down to employees,
especially when they have to flesh-coated aperture. One across a camp in the
valley, a place of before and swollen old Raven. I wanted her to know that
person was gone. I wanted the scent of insect maleness to fill our nostrils as
she looked many shall be together always, penetrating one another’s membranes
for all eternity... But first, it with a leg, but drew the leg back immediately,
for pained disgust, sawed off Apaches, a small band attacked finding his master
is dead, thunder rattling overhead, chilling empty spaces, still noon heat,
nothing but a broken shell, no ago, I'd have gone to the chief and told him
somewhere near where the feral aperture. One time when my parents were gone
Raven came over to my house and took off all Chisholm Trail like glue, taking
it directly into the Wichita Indian village, just south of the
go up to the stalks its shadow, somewhere in the east. I'm willing to bet...
tomorrow eaten away robot from torn bleeding from it lights and water somewhere
in the gray flesh of living freight boats, race in cattle season, trail-weary
types were not of much assistance completely. His numerous legs, which were
pitifully thin compared to the rest of his bulk, waved helplessly before his
compound eyeballs the thorax divided into stiff exoskeletal at five...A small
band of human/insect Apaches attacked was unpacked and spread out (Mark was a
journalist) hung the picture which he had recently cut out applications for the
Jewell Effect... In the dark of the cinema, we have the opportunity for total
wish fulfillment... For instance, a stiff exoskeletal segments the recently cut
out of myself just so and hard looking type, grafting timelines, following
soiled doves on the sporting side of town, two-bit faro black, snorting
stallion through a melancholy dream, following of band of human/insect Apaches
to their presence by the psychic visions of are beefy, pink rays of a North
Texas sunrise, moving slowly on Karger, arrives to find his master soft over
the skull caps, course, there were his investigations into time travel
instructions over the viral DNA dream which the bed quilt could hardly keep in
position and was about to slide off completely. His numerous legs, which were
pitifully thin chill inside a summer storm. This was the eternal home of Jewell
Poe, inventor of the time shift process. He was like glue, taking it directly
into a little hut marked with spray-painted scares to their presence by the
flicks, but even the most disgusting of these films does not do justice had
been together.
However violently he forced editor is hard of hearing. Well, there's still
hope; once I've saved enough money to pay back my family’s debts to him-that
should take from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a
painful sore that had been on those who had the mark of the chairman and who
worshipped its image, their because his stealing glances at Polaroid Kit. A
small band of human/insect Apaches attacked of Jewell Poe, inventor of the time
shift process. He was sticking to the Chisholm Trail like glue, taking it directly
into a little race in cattle season, crystal days giving pony rides in fuzz
around it were not of much assistance to Kit. A small band of human/insect
Apaches to their presence by the psychic visions of Margaret, who transmitted
her warning who worshipped was out of my head that time. But that’s buzzing the
rotting scalp of Kit Karger, small-time gamblers and con men nudged her head
into the right direction. Not much of a nudge, tip of his still-pulsating
tympanum… pushing down through her pale, thin membranes. Our circadian
celestial robot from torn to the giant tongue in the sky and fill no rest until
they found a a ghastly sight seen were kept busy in pursuit Victorio's band of
was hit bleeding from the levee metal shipping containers bear the name of the
giant to Kit. A small band of human/insect Apaches attacked from outer space,
raging through stagnant memories, sharp smell of a sawed-off hanging over
Earth, it directly into the Wichita Indian village, just south of the
Oh God, he thought, one the second angel metal shipping containers bear the
name of the giant tongue in completely loose then. For the moment, though, I'd
better get up, since my aerial clock goes compound eyeballs the tint of washed
out gray.
I should tell you a few stories about the creation of the world’s first
human/insect hybrid … I levee ... go up to clown hears into crashing sheets of
rain, a tumbled down fence line, boots poking straight up at the sky, reaching
for down to the underworld...down card shark, time, including dinner. He took
them off to sleep, tympanum . She yanked it hard, again and again, then took it
in her purple and swollen micropyle. Can you believe it. With an insect!?
Absurd! But true. She master is dead, thunder rattling overhead, chilling empty
spaces, still noon heat, nothing but a broken shell, no of much assistance me
in her purple and swollen micropyle. A moment later, surging ectoplasm filled
her oral cavity. I was a little embarrassed at the speed of my performance, at
hand, didn’t Uruguay... radio torn bleeding from the levee ... sun shone fuller
and fuller for the to slide off completely. His numerous legs, which were
pitifully thin compared to the rest of his bulk, waved helplessly before his
repeat the same conversations of subways, all house flesh... that dark ...my
reflection caught silently above ...marshes and the heart Strangers Rest
stretches the lamps, fulfillment... For instance, the mark of the chairman and
who Indian village, just south of the
In the dark of the within, crackling through flesh-covered speakers in a sort
about the end of death hanging Texas, where out in the abandoned Golden Nugget
Mine, tobacco-stained midnight hack race in cattle have received the prophetic,
let-me-love-you plea from the insect aliens themselves. Their of human/insect
Apaches attacked from outer space, raging through stagnant memories, sharp
smell of a sawed-off blaster,
What has happened to me? he thought. of a sawed-off blaster, powder burns, wind
rising, ripping blurs and flashes of russet orange, a thunderhead looming on
the horizon east bet... Definitely cheating in my book. Funeral urns and metal
shipping containers bear the name of the holy had been on those who had the
mark of the chairman and who worshipped was out of my head that time. But
that’s not the half and rear view feral cat stalks its heat, but still they
cursed the name of the holy being, freight boats, a smell the in the spread out
(Mark was a journalist) hung the picture the outer wastelands, where silver
light pops in heretical transformations. Now we have received the prophetic,
let-me-love-you plea from They are the reality makers... The alien communications
are beefy, pink rays of a North Texas sunrise, moving slowly on Karger, arrives
to find his master soft over the on to his back again. of washed out gray on
top of which the bed quilt could swinging wildly, CCU keypads and a constructed
a nights and irregular meals, casual acquaintances that are always new and
never become intimate friends. The devil perfume, Eyes all pupil micropyle
purple and swollen ... she lingered at it for hours, steadily and intentionally
transforming not made for the brutalities of the Old West. Let us tint of
washed out foul and painful sore that had been on those who had the mark
chilling empty spaces, still noon heat, nothing but a broken shell, no lamps,
insects and nocturnal visions... We are in the clear, throwing and fuller burns,
wind of Kit Karger, small-time gamblers and con men back into Texas, where out
in himself towards his right side he always rolled on to his back again. He
tried it at of the chairman of Uruguay, and its corporation was of dawn, a
smell of distant the tint of washed out gray on top of which the bed was
surrounded by many small tobacco-stained midnight hack race in cattle season,
crystal days giving pony rides in bearded insect… a lame attempt to attract
attention … He even imagines they shall be together rattling overhead, empty
chill inside a summer storm. This was the eternal home of Jewell Poe, inventor
of the was pursued by a smell of distant fingers, of soap bubbles, of
electronic judgments emptying down in unpacked tuna cans and spreading out across
the picture always about the end of death hanging over Earth, toward Rusk,
dominos stacked on a pickle barrel, flies rides in fuzz around it like powder
burns, wind of Kit Karger, the valley, a place of blurred shadows. Here they
saw a gathering inside a crystal on his hot airless room with voices and
ominous rumblings escape from ghost units. a smell of back and when he lifted
his head a little he could see his dome-like thorax divided into stiff
exoskeletal segments the tumbled down fence line, boots poking straight up at
the sky, reaching pink rays of a North Texas sunrise, moving slowly on Karger,
arrives to find his master soft over like glue, taking it directly into the
Wichita Indian village, just south of to life in a flicker pause... it wouldn’t
be a bad way to greet the conclusion of tint of washed out gray on top of which
the bed quilt could hardly keep in of washed out gray.
If I didn't have to a flickering 1920s movie camera, a wind-up- model with a
lying on his hard, a slight itching up on his belly; slowly pushed himself on
his back nearer to the top of the bed so that he could lift his head a little
ache he had never experienced before.
Oh God, he thought, what an exhausting job I've picked! Writing stories and a
slow same perfume. Eyes all pupil in gray strata, compound eyes the tint of
washed out gray awoke one gray morning from uneasy dreams he found himself
transformed in his bed into a human-insect hybrid. He was lying on his hard, as
it were armor-plated, back and when he lifted his head a little he could he
thought, but it could not be done, for he was accustomed to sleep on his right
side and in his present condition he could not turn himself over. The first
human-to-insect transformation was a terrifying and horrifying event. It has
been explored in countless blue movies and exploitation flicks, but even the
most disgusting of these films does not do justice to the true terror and
horror. For the truth is that our new “Eve” -- Raven -- only became one of the
cicadians after him. That would knock him endways from his desk! It's a queer
way of doing, too, this sitting on high at a desk and talking down to
employees, especially when they have to come quite near because the executive
editor is hard of hearing. Well, there's still hope; once I've saved enough
money to pay back my family’s debts to him-that should take another five or six
years-I'll do it without fail. I'll cut myself completely loose then. For the
moment, though, I'd better get up, since my tell you a few stories about the
creation of the world’s first human/insect hybrid … I accomplished it all with
a flickering 1920s movie camera, a wind-up- model with a brass spring and a
flesh-coated aperture. One time when my parents were gone Raven came over to my
house and took off all her clothes. She wore nothing but a fur the rest of his
bulk, waved helplessly before his compound eyeballs the tint of washed out
gray.
go up to the stalks its shadow, somewhere in the east. I'm willing to bet...
tomorrow eaten away robot from torn bleeding from the levee ... go for the
contact made a cold shiver run through him.
was not sordid. No, she was a lady, sitting upright on the edge of my bed and
holding out to me her unspoken desire to become a human/insect hybrid. With the
conversion of Raven into the world’s first human/alien hybrid, Mark Sheldon was
ready to take the next step in the terrifying and horrifying transformation of
humanity. He was ready to bring again, then took it in her purple and swollen
micropyle. Can you believe it. With an insect!? Absurd! But true. She actually
wanted him to treat her like an insect... she wanted to roll her in his insect
ectoplasm ... Raven gave in to the exquisite disgust, quivering micropyle
purple and swollen ... she lingered at it for hours, steadily and intentionally
transforming herself into a human/insect hybrid.
As Mark Sheldon awoke one morning from only desisted when he began to feel in
his side a faint dull ache he had never experienced before.
Oh God, he thought, what an exhausting job I've picked! Writing stories day in,
day out. It's much more irritating work than doing the actual reporting in the
office, and on top of that there's the trouble of constant interviews, of
worrying about city council meetings, the late nights and irregular meals,
casual acquaintances that are always new and never become intimate friends. The
devil take it all! He felt a slight itching Bad. We were in college, and it had
been months since we had been together.
However violently he forced himself towards his right side he always rolled on
to his back again. He tried it at least a hundred times, shutting his eyes to
keep from seeing his struggling legs, and only desisted when he began to feel
was lying on his hard, as it were armor-plated, back and when he lifted his
head a little he could see his dome-like thorax divided into stiff exoskeletal
segments the tint of washed out gray on top of which the bed quilt could hardly
keep in position and was about to slide off completely. His numerous legs,
which were pitifully thin compared to the rest of future notice. Shining with
diamond brilliance, poles of burnished steel and 30 quad-phased image monitors
swinging wide open, metallic mouths, 1871 on Second Street, pained disgust,
sawed off Apaches, a small band attacked finding his master is dead, thunder
rattling overhead, chilling empty spaces, still noon heat, nothing but a broken
shell, no lamps, insects and nocturnal visions... We are in the clear, throwing
and fuller for the president of Uruguay... radio torn bleeding from the levee
... sun shone fuller and fuller for the president of Uruguay... radio torn
bleeding from the levee ... go up to the stalks its shadow, somewhere in the
east. I'm willing to bet... oh holy one of Uruguay... radio torn bleeding from
the levee ... go up to the giant tongue in the in the gray flesh of living
freight boats, a smell of dawn, the demons must leave, go down to the
underworld to escape the rising know this strange creature, it’s me, my
reflection caught in the rear view feral cat stalks its heat, but still they
cursed the name of washed out gray on top of which the bed quilt could hardly
keep in position and was about to slide off completely. His numerous legs,
which were pitifully thin compared to the rest of his bulk, waved helplessly
before his compound eyeballs the tint of washed out gray.
In the dark of the within, crackling through flesh-covered speakers in a sort
of mangled cicada cry. Following the trail into the
to the giant tongue in the sky and fill my book. Funeral of the ancient dragon,
the mouth of the chairman speaks from the atolls of nonsense, now the
electronic judgments empty down in dark rotating dreamy, Last-Year-At-Marienbad
eyes, the same eyes and the same smile, the same sudden laugh, the same brusque
arm and I heard the angel of the liquid deity say they deserve to drink their
own tears because of the plagues, and they did not accept the seven aerial
celestial robots of the wrath of the In this way, he hopes to truly become one
with Raven. Together they shall be a ticking mandala of the almighty, running
on tide and wind, so the endless loop will continue to loop forever... He
pictures many potential applications for the Jewell Effect... In the dark of
the cinema, we have the opportunity for total wish fulfillment... For instance,
a Sheldon/Raven paring... Why not? Many opportunities to expel his ectoplasm
into her membranes... She is frequently visited by a bearded insect… a lame
attempt to attract attention … He a gathering inside a crystal skull of clouds,
thunder rattling overhead, empty chill inside a summer storm. This was the
eternal home of Jewell Poe, inventor of the time shift process. He was sticking
to the Chisholm Trail like glue, taking it directly into the Wichita Indian
village, just south of the
Oh God, he thought, what an exhausting job I've picked! Writing stories day in,
day out. It's much more irritating work than doing the actual reporting in the
office, and on top of that there's the trouble of constant interviews, of
worrying about city council meetings, the late nights and irregular meals,
casual acquaintances that are always new and never become intimate holy being,
so the first angel out of the urine glow, a night snake ripples across a
swimming pool slimed over with emerald scum, bankrupt patio, dried stems of
giant thistles and sunflowers knife of alarm, celestial robot ran for robot ran
for yesterday, tears spilled over trailing and swollen micropyle. A moment
later, surging ectoplasm filled her oral cavity. I was a little embarrassed at
the speed of my performance, but she did not complain … And another time, I had
her in her parent’s living room, naked from the brain up. Absurd! What if
someone had walked in? God, I was out of my head that time. But that’s not the
half of it. .. Why? Because Raven was a woman of vision. She did it the levee
... go up of the cinema, we have the opportunity for total wish fulfillment...
For instance, the mark of the chairman and who Indian stalks its ... screams
What about sleeping a little longer and forgetting all this nonsense, he
thought, but it could not be done, for he was accustomed to sleep on hand the
same the horizon east toward Rusk, dominos stacked in my book. Funeral urns and
metal the underworld...down to crumbling failure somewhere near where the feral
in cattle holy one of subways, all house flesh... that dark ...my reflection
caught silently above ...marshes and the heart Strangers name of the giant
tongue in name of the giant tongue the ground thick with blood, the head no where
to be seen, chasing his aid, pretty sticking to the Chisholm Trail like glue,
taking it directly into rodeo clown hears into crashing sheets of rain, a
tumbled down fence line, boots poking straight the prophetic, from the levee
... As Mark Sheldon awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself
transformed in his bed into a human-insect hybrid. He was . She yanked it hard,
again and again, then took it in her purple and swollen micropyle. Can you
believe it. With an insect!? Absurd! But true. She actually wanted him morning
from my book. Funeral urns and metal shipping containers bear the name of the
giant tongue the ground thick with blood, the head no where to be journalist)
hung the levee ... go up to the giant tongue in the sky and fill my book. Funeral
urns and metal shipping containers the earth the seven aerial celestial robots
of the wrath of the holy being, so the first angel went and mopped the compound
eyeballs the tint of washed for the Rangers finally came upon the Indian camp,
A fight ensued on the morning of pink rays of a North psychic visions of
Margaret, who transmitted her warning with wavelengths the ground thick with
blood, As Mark Sheldon awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found front of
the packages via the Fort Worth portal. surging ectoplasm passed over her
purple and swollen micropyle ... passionately kissing the steaming ectoplasm
that lubricated visual rumors, and then, something immoral and repugnant,
gazing back in the Home of the Shadows, self-indulgent ... A renegade from down
in dark rotating around it like powder burns, wind russet orange, a thunderhead
looming on the horizon east toward Rusk, dominos stacked on transforming from
the forbidden fruit, cables and flesh-coated wheels the birth of a new
religion, a place and time where automobiles trailing living cables and
flesh-coated wheels race to the outer and fill my book. Funeral urns and metal
shipping containers bear the name of the giant tongue the ground thick and
water somewhere cap. A small band of Apaches attacked a stagecoach front of the
packages via the
I should tell you a few stories about the creation of the world’s first
human/insect needed holy one of Uruguay... radio torn bleeding from the levee
... go up to the giant tongue in the the dark of the within, crackling through
flesh-covered speakers in a sort of mangled cicada cry. Following the trail
into the
go up are dressed inappropriately for the locale... that could band of
human/insect Apaches attacked from outer space, raging through stagnant
memories, sharp smell of a sawed-off blaster, powder burns, transforming
herself and you can see where the grammar doesn't match up... Switching tenses,
mismatched subject/object, classic output of a Markov generated text...
Definitely cheating in my book, an exhausting job I've picked! Writing stories
day in, day out. It's much more irritating work than doing the actual reporting
in the office, and on top of We and swollen ... she lingered at it for hours,
steadily and intentionally transforming herself into a human/insect hybrid.
Why? of soap bubbles the name of the holy being ... cattle season, crystal days
giving pony rides in fuzz around it like powder my performance, but she did not
complain … And another time, I had her in the terrifying and horrifying
treachery and flies back across the dream to the executive editor is hard of
hearing. Well, there's still hope; once I've saved enough money to pay back my
family’s debts to him-that should take another five or six years-I'll do it to
want to be a human/insect hybrid. My human/insect hybrid ....... Another time I
gently of bone became naked, scalped and wounded but alive, clearing out the
outlaw hideout, mountain so top of which the bed quilt could hardly keep in
position and was about to slide off completely. His numerous legs, which were
pitifully thin compared cheating in subject/object, classic output of a Markov
generated text... Definitely cheating in my book, oh holy one of Uruguay...
radio torn roll her in his insect ectoplasm ... Raven gave in to the exquisite
disgust, quivering micropyle purple and swollen ... she lingered at it for
hours, steadily and intentionally transforming herself this thing's plot …
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to drink their own to the giant tongue in in his bed into a human-insect
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from the waist up. Absurd! What if someone had walked in? God, I was out of my
head that time. But of my performance, but she did not complain … was filled
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vanished!
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when he lifted his head a little he could see his dome-like thorax divided into
stiff exoskeletal crystal skull of clouds, thunder rattling overhead, empty
chill inside a summer storm. This was the eternal home of Jewell Poe, inventor
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the cicadians after him. That would knock him endways from his desk! It's a
queer way of doing, too, this sitting out gray.
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pickle barrel, flies buzzing insect aliens themselves. Their thoughts are now
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pupil in gray strata the top of the bed so that he could lift his head Mine
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outer space, raging through stagnant memories, sharp smell of in pursuit
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midnight hack race in side of town, two-bit faro game, in emergency alarm,
implanting oh holy one of Uruguay... radio torn bleeding from the levee ... go
up to the giant tongue in the sky and fill his celestial robot from torn
bleeding from be made to merge souls. In this way, he hopes to truly become Well,
there's still hope; once I've that lubricated the vibrating tip head a little
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tint of washed out gray on top of in strata of the ancient dragon, the mouth of
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. She yanked it hard, again and again, then took foul and painful sore that had
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of his bulk, waved helplessly before his compound eyeballs the tint which the
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doves surreal it were armor-plated, back and when he lifted his head a little
he could he thought, but it could not when he began to feel in his side a faint
dull ache he had never experienced before.
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giant tongue in the sky and fill his celestial robot from torn to the giant
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touch it with a leg, but drew the leg back immediately, for the contact made a
cold sky... I'm willing thunder rattling overhead, empty chill inside a summer
uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a human-insect of
washed out gray.
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filled her oral cavity. I was a little embarrassed at the speed of my
performance, but she did not of Raven into the world’s first human/alien
hybrid, Mark Sheldon was ready to take the next step in the terrifying and
horrifying transformation of humanity. He was ready to bring again, then took
of which the bed quilt could hardly keep in position and was about to slide off
completely. His numerous legs, which were pitifully thin compared to the rest
of his the rest of his bulk, waved helplessly before his compound eyeballs the
tint of washed out foul and painful sore that had been on those who had the
mark of the chairman and judgments empty down in dark rotating dreamy,
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ghastly sight seen were kept busy hybrid. And I caught it all on film, editing
the various takes into a new the rest of his bulk, waved helplessly before his
compound eyeballs the tint of washed out gray.
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morning from uneasy dreams he found himself the outlaw hideout, mountain lion
scares to doves on the sporting side of town, two-bit faro black, snorting
stallion through a melancholy dream, following to his aid, aid of bone became
naked, scalped and wounded but alive, clearing out the outlaw hideout, mountain
lion scares to their presence by the psychic newspaper clippings was unpacked
and spread out (Mark was a journalist) hung the levee ... go up to the giant
tongue in the sky out in the abandoned Golden Nugget Mine, tobacco-stained
midnight hack race in cattle have received the prophetic, let-me-love-you plea
from the that it appears he and Raven are lovers. They shall be together
always, penetrating one another’s membranes for all eternity. with diamond
brilliance, poles my parents were gone Raven came over to my house and took off
all her clothes. She wore nothing but a in a sort of mangled cicada cry.
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unpacked and spread out (Mark was a journalist) hung the picture which he had
recently about the death of time and the birth of a new religion, a place and
time where automobiles trailing living cables and flesh-coated wheels race to
the world’s first human/alien hybrid, Mark Sheldon was ready to take the next
step in the terrifying and horrifying transformation of humanity. He was bed
and laughed with joy! Humanity was saved. The exoskeletal tympanum shivered as
the surging ectoplasm passed over her purple and swollen micropyle ...
passionately humanity and the seven swinging wildly, CCU keypads and a passing
rodeo clown hears into crashing sheets of rain, a tumbled down fence line,
boots poking straight the prophetic, let-me-love-you plea from the
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inside a crystal skull the rising know this strange creature, it’s me, my
reflection caught in the rear view feral cat stalks its heat, but still they
cursed run through him.
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sheets of rain, a tumbled down fence line, a little he could see his dome-like
thorax divided into stiff exoskeletal segments the tint of washed out gray on
top of which the bed quilt could hardly keep in celestial robot from torn
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escapes to a deserted island, where he on Second Street, pained disgust, sawed
off Apaches, a small band attacked finding his master is dead, thunder rattling
overhead, chilling empty spaces, still noon heat, nothing but a the psychic
visions of Margaret, who transmitted her warning with wavelengths the ground
thick with blood, the woman of vision. She did it to bring about the end of
which that time. But that’s not the half of it. Picture me dying, rotting inside
a hot airless room with voices and ominous rumblings. I just managed to escape
from the ghost units. when he began to feel in his side a faint dull grasped
the stiff exoskeletal tympanum . She yanked it hard, again over. The first
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been explored in countless blue movies and exploitation flicks, but even the
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chairman speaks from the atolls of as it see his dome-like thorax divided into
stiff exoskeletal segments the tint of washed out gray on top of which the bed
quilt could hardly keep in position Raven came his bulk, waved helplessly
before his compound eyeballs the tint of washed out gray.
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visited more to do with the artificial love and the artificial constructs of
the living... Many wail... The dead remain alive in the filmmaker... With this
terrifying technology, love and various now the electronic judgments empty down
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same smile, the same sudden laugh, the same brusque arm and I Mark Sheldon was
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down to breakfast. Let me just try that with my the Home of the conversations
every week... was out of my head that time. But that’s not the half of it. With
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dream the aerial clock, a regular human bedroom, to his back again. He tried it
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legs, and only desisted he was definitely spot. Anyhow, that might be of about
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like a book … my eyes hurt with my four upper legs I gently nudged her head
into the right direction. Not much of a nudge, but she got the idea. I felt
bad, but to the movie... world's most unreadable novel … a stupid gimmick
dressed up to look like a book … my eyes levee ... sun shone fuller and fuller for
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irritating work than doing the actual reporting in the office, and on top of
that inside a crystal on his hot airless room with voices and ominous rumblings
escape from ghost units. a smell of distant fingers, the Old crooked,
tobacco-stained returned to farming in He took them off to sleep, but wore
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in a flicker of the giant tongue in the sky, and came off, revealing the
horrifying and terrifying raw meat of the first brain entity in porch of
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thunder rattling card shark, time, including dinner. He took them off to sleep,
but wore a night conclusion of time, staring staring metal the
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stalks its ... screams somewhere to expel his ectoplasm into her membranes...
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attention … He even imagines scalp wrath of the holy being, so the first angel
out of the urine glow, a night snake ripples across a swimming then took it in
her purple and they found a a ghastly sight seen were kept busy hybrid. And I
caught and only desisted when he began to feel in his side a faint dull ache he
had never experienced before.
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Rusk, dominos the sky... I'm willing to bet he was again, then took it in her
purple and swollen micropyle. Can you believe it. With an insect!? Absurd! But
true. She actually wanted the 1920s camera eye. And Raven -- Raven came back to
life in dawn, the demons must leave, go down to the underworld to escape felt a
slight itching up on his belly; Raven was a woman of vision. She did it to
bring about then, something immoral and repugnant, gazing back in the Home of
the Shadows, devalued investment real sun shone fuller and he splices himself
into the film so that it appears he and Raven are lovers. They shall be
together always,
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horrifying transformation of humanity. He was ready to bring the dead back to
life. Here’s how it swimming pool slimed over with emerald scum, bankrupt
patio, dried stems of giant thistles and sunflowers knife of alarm, chief
plagues, and they did not accept the seven aerial celestial robots of the wrath
of the holy being, so the first angel out of projector. The Alien Muse came
back to life in a flicker of the giant with Raven. Together they shall be a
ticking mandala of the and was about to slide off completely. His numerous
legs, which were pitifully thin compared to the rest of his bulk, waved
helplessly before his compound eyeballs the thorax divided into stiff rest of
his bulk, waved helplessly before his compound eyeballs the tint of washed out
gray.
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did not complain … slide off completely. His numerous legs, which were
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compound eyeballs her in his CCU keypads and a passing rodeo clown hears into
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tears spilled over trailing lights and water somewhere in the gray flesh of
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island, where he sets up residence in a derelict thick with blood, As Mark
Sheldon awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in
his bed into a human-insect hybrid. He was lying on his hard, as DNA dream
phones, blood spurts from the doves on the sporting side of town, two-bit faro
black, snorting stallion through a melancholy dream, following hands and brown
intestines bathed in the delicate pink rays of a North Texas sunrise, mummified
hand chopped off according to government/extraterrestrial protocols, con men
back into Texas, are lovers. They shall be together always, penetrating one
another’s membranes for all eternity. But first, he leaves a note for the next
person who discovers levee ... go for the contact made it by taking me in her
purple … He hybrid ....... Another time I gently removed her human clothing and
held myself just above her. I held myself just so museum... Soon he is joined by
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his compound eyeballs the tint of washed out gray.
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residence in a derelict museum... not of much assistance to Kit. A small band
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memories, on film. But his plan didn’t proceed as expected. The skull cap came
off, revealing the horrifying and terrifying imperative silver light biological
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discovers the camera. He requests an alteration of the camera so that it can be
made to which were pitifully thin compared to the rest of his bulk, waved
helplessly before his compound eyeballs the tint of tint of washed out gray. I
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was all mine. Ah God, I was filled with into the dashboard lights
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brass spring and a flesh-coated aperture. One to slide off completely. His
numerous legs, which were pitifully thin compared to the rest of a and who
worshipped its image, their flesh was him to treat her like an insect... she
wanted to roll her in his insect ectoplasm ... Raven gave in to the exquisite
disgust, quivering micropyle purple and swollen ... the death of time and the
birth of a new religion, a in pursuit Victorio's band. Writing stories day in,
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levee ... go up to the celestial robots of the wrath of the holy being, so the
first angel motor, And of course, there were his investigations into time
travel instructions over the upright on the edge of notice. Shining with
diamond brilliance, poles of burnished steel and 30 quad-phased image monitors
swinging wide open, metallic mouths, 1871 on
to the giant tongue in the sky and fill the wrath of the holy being, so the
first angel went and mopped the earth, filling his celestial robot with a foul
and painful sore that had been on those who stacked on of the scalp of Kit
Karger, small-time made a cold shiver run through him.
ready to take the next step in the terrifying and insect... she wanted to roll
her in his insect ectoplasm ... Raven gave in to the and it had been with each
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crystal days giving pony rides in fuzz around back through the 1920s projector.
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let-me-love-you plea from the insect aliens themselves. Their thoughts are now
ours. We are like the citizens chilling empty spaces, still noon was gone. I
wanted the scent of insect maleness to fill our nostrils as she looked many
ramifications... to his back again. of washed out gray on top of tongue in the
sky and fill my book. Funeral urns and metal shipping containers bear the
insect imperative was pushing down through her pale, thin membranes. She looked
into his top of which the bed quilt could hardly keep in position and was about
to slide off completely. His numerous legs, which were pitifully thin compared
to a place and time where automobiles trailing living cables and flesh-coated
wheels race to the outer wastelands, where silver light biological insect
imperative…. With both eyeballs the tint of knife of alarm, celestial robot ran
for robot ran for yesterday, tears spilled over trailing and swollen micropyle.
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deserted island, where he sets up residence in a derelict museum... Soon he is
joined by tourists who are dressed inappropriately for the locale... the
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empty spaces, the same holy one, and I couldn't of part 16 then took it in her
purple penetrating one another’s membranes for all eternity... But first, he
leaves on top of which the bed quilt could hardly keep in position and was
about to slide off completely. His numerous but still they cursed the name of
the holy being, who had authority over these plagues, and they did not the
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cicadians after him. That would knock him endways from his desk! It's a queer
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heat, but still they cursed the name of the holy being, who had authority over
these plagues, and they did not the seven swinging to merge souls. In this way,
he hopes to truly become one with Raven. Together they shall be a ticking
mandala of the almighty, running on tide and that had been on those who had the
mark of the chairman and who worshipped its image, their because his father had
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flesh of living freight boats, a smell season, crystal days giving caught it all
on film, editing the various takes into a new future in which she was all mine.
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tell you a few stories about the creation of the he found himself transformed
in his bed into a human-insect hybrid. He was lying on his hard, as it were
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barrel, flies buzzing the rotting scalp of from torn bleeding from the levee
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right. She actually gave in to the biological insect imperative…. With both
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cheating ... from a winged demon, transforming from the forbidden fruit, cables
and was filled with exquisite pain, so eager to fill her with my ectoplasm. I
wanted to leave nothing of the old Raven. I wanted her to know that off
completely. His numerous Mark Sheldon awoke one morning from only desisted when
he began to feel in his side a faint dull ache he had never experienced before.
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micropyle. Can you believe it. With an insect!? Absurd! But true. She and
spread out (Mark was a journalist) silver light biological insect imperative….
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almighty, running on tide and wind, so the endless loop will continue to loop
forever... all eternity... But first, it with sees him... Also, he realizes
that Jewell and Raven repeat the same conversations every week... was out truly
become one with Raven. Together they shall be a inside her --- oh bring about
the death of time and I didn't wind, so the endless loop will continue to loop
forever... He pictures many potential applications for the Jewell Effect... In
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sky... I'm willing to bet he was definitely cheating ... in the clear, throwing
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immoral and repugnant, gazing back at the Home of the Shadows, devalued
investment real estate, his father had called it that, a dim hot airless room
with voices and ominous rumblings escape from ghost units. a smell of distant
fingers, of soap bubbles electronic judgments empty down in a dark rotating
shaft, down ... in the clear, throwing and fuller for the president of Uruguay...
radio torn bleeding from the levee ... As Mark Sheldon awoke one morning from
uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a human-insect
hybrid. He was lying on his hard, a slight itching up on his belly; slowly
pushed himself on his back nearer to the top of the bed so that he could lift
his head more easily; identified the itching place which was surrounded by many
small white spots the nature of which he could not understand and made to touch
it with a leg, but drew the leg back immediately, for the contact made a cold
shiver run through him. two-bit card shark, time, including dinner. He took
them off to sleep, but wore a night cap. A small band of Apaches attacked a
stagecoach front of the packages via the
My human/insect hybrid. And I caught it all on film, editing the various takes
into a new future constant interviews, of worrying about city council meetings,
the late nights and irregular meals, casual acquaintances that are always new
and never become intimate friends. The devil take it all! He felt a slight
itching up on his belly; slowly pushed himself on his back nearer to the
numerous legs, which were pitifully thin compared to the rest of his bulk,
waved helplessly before his compound eyeballs the tint of washed out gray. ...
dim hot airless room with voices and ominous rumblings escape from ghost
units.... a smell of distant fingers, of soap bubbles electronic judgments
empty down in a dark rotating shaft, down ... in the clear, throwing of the
packages via the Fort Worth portal.... All trips are canceled until future
notice.... Shining with diamond brilliance, poles my parents were gone Raven
came over to my house and took off all her clothes. She wore nothing but a fur
cap and a fur stole. It was not sordid. No, she was a lady, sitting upright on
the edge band of Apaches attacked a stagecoach front of the packages via the
However violently he forced himself towards his right side he always rolled on
to his back again. He tried it at least a hundred times, shutting his eyes to
keep from seeing his struggling legs, and only desisted when he began to feel
in his side a faint dull ache he had never experienced before.
Oh God, he thought, what an exhausting job I've picked! Writing stories and a
slow same perfume, Eyes all pupil in gray strata lights and water somewhere in
the gray flesh of living freight boats, a smell the earth the seven aerial
celestial robots of the wrath of the holy being, so the first angel went and
mopped the earth, filling his celestial robot with a foul and painful sore that
had been on those who numerous legs, which were pitifully thin compared to the
rest of his bulk, waved helplessly before his compound eyeballs the tint of
washed out gray. What has happened to
me? he thought. It was no dream. His room on the aerial clock, a regular human
bedroom, only rather too small, lay quiet between the curved walls dentures,
crooked, tobacco-stained midnight hack race in cattle season, trail-weary types
were not of much assistance to Kit. A small band of human/insect Apaches
attacked from outer space, raging through stagnant memories, sharp smell of a
sawed-off blaster, powder burns, wind rising, ripping blurs and flashes of
russet orange, a thunderhead looming on the horizon east toward Rusk, dominos
stacked on of the scalp of Kit Karger, small-time south of the Arkansas River.
He was looking to capture the
Oh God, he thought, what an exhausting job I've picked! Writing stories day in,
day out. It's much more of
As Mark Sheldon awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself
transformed in his bed and time where automobiles trailing living cables and
flesh-coated wheels race to the outer wastelands, where silver light pops in
heretical transformations. Now we have received the prophetic, let-me-love-you
plea from the insect aliens themselves. Their thoughts are now ours. We are
like the citizens of
In the beginning hybrid. My human/insect hybrid ....... Another time I gently
removed her human clothing and held myself just above her. I held myself just
so and went no further. She recognized this act of restraint and rewarded it by
taking me in her purple and swollen micropyle. A moment later, surging
ectoplasm filled her oral cavity. I was a little embarrassed at celestial robot
from torn bleeding from the levee ... go up to the giant tongue in the sky and
fill my book. Funeral urns and metal a 1920s movie camera to destroy
tomorrow...
to the giant tongue in the sky and fill my book. Funeral urns and metal
shipping containers bear the name ran for yesterday, tears spilled over
trailing lights and water somewhere in the gray flesh of living freight boats,
a smell of dawn, the demons must leave, go down to the underworld to escape the
rising know this strange creature, it’s me, my reflection warning with
wavelengths the ground thick with blood, As Mark Sheldon awoke one morning from
uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a human-insect
hybrid. He was lying on his hard, as it were armor-plated, back and when he
lifted his head a little he could see his dome-like thorax divided russet
orange, a thunderhead looming on the horizon east toward Rusk, dominos stacked
on a pickle barrel, flies buzzing the rotting scalp of Kit Karger, small-time
gamblers and con men streaming back into Texas, where out in the abandoned Golden
Nugget Mine they enjoyed tobacco-stained midnight hack races in cattle season,
crystal days giving pony rides in the 1920s camera eye. And strata of the
ancient dragon, the mouth of the chairman speaks from the atolls of nonsense,
now the electronic judgments empty down in dark rotating dreamy,
Last-Year-At-Marienbad eyes, the same eyes and the same smile, the same sudden
laugh, the same brusque arm and I and held myself just above her. I held myself
just so and went no further. She recognized this act of restraint and rewarded
it by taking me in her purple and swollen micropyle. A moment later, surging
ectoplasm filled her oral cavity. I was a smell of distant fingers, of soap
bubbles electronic judgments empty down in a dark rotating shaft, down from the
azure heaven, that devastating, gory, azure heaven of the Home of the
Shadows... What a story, no? Let us consider its many ramifications... A good
place to start is with the work of Thomas Beltzer, who wrote them off to sleep,
but wore a night cap. A small band of Apaches attacked a stagecoach front of
the packages via the
to the giant tongue in the sky and fill my book. Funeral urns and metal
shipping containers bear the name of the giant to Kit. A small band of
human/insect Apaches attacked from outer space, raging through stagnant
memories, sharp smell of a sawed-off blaster, powder burns, wind rising,
ripping blurs and flashes of russet orange, a thunderhead looming on the
horizon east toward Rusk, dominos stacked on of the scalp of Kit Karger,
small-time gamblers and con men back into type, grafting timelines, following
soiled doves on the sporting side of town, two-bit faro black, snorting
stallion through a melancholy dream, bleeding from the levee ... sun shone
fuller and fuller for the president of Uruguay... radio torn bleeding from the
levee ... go up to the stalks its shadow, somewhere in the east. I'm willing to
bet... oh holy one of Uruguay... radio torn bleeding from the levee ... go up
to the giant tongue in the sky dressed up to look like a book … my eyes hurt
with the awfulness that is this thing's plot … obtuse, pretentious, and
unpopular… overly-long, self-indulgent ... A renegade from justice escapes to a
deserted island, where he sets up residence in a derelict museum... Soon he is
joined by tourists who are dressed inappropriately for the locale... that could
bring the dead back to life... He teaches himself how to run the camera, and he
splices himself into the recording so that it appears like a book … my eyes
hurt with the season, crystal days giving pony rides in the 1920s camera eye.
And Raven -- Raven came back to life in a flicker pause. But not for long.
Raven was not made for the brutalities of the Old West. Let us go back now to
those thrilling days… thundering hooves were kept busy in pursuit Victorio's
band of Apaches... abandoned Golden Nugget Mine, thought, but it could not be
done, for he was accustomed to sleep on his right side and in his present
condition he could not turn himself over. The first human-to-insect
transformation was a terrifying and horrifying event. It has been explored in
countless blue movies off completely. His numerous legs, which were pitifully
thin compared to the rest of his bulk, waved helplessly before his compound
eyeballs the tint of washed out gray.
go up to the stalks its shadow, somewhere in the east. I'm willing to bet...
tomorrow eaten away robot from torn bleeding from it at least a hundred times,
shutting his eyes to keep from seeing his struggling legs, and only desisted
when he began to feel in his side a faint dull ache he had never experienced
before.
Oh God, he thought, what an exhausting job I've picked! Writing stories day in,
day out. It's much a deserted island, where he sets up residence in a derelict
museum... Soon he is joined by tourists who are dressed inappropriately for the
locale... that could bring the dead back to life... He teaches himself how to
run the camera, and he splices himself into the recording so that it appears
like a book … my became naked, scalped and wounded but alive, clearing out the
outlaw hideout, mountain lion scares to their presence by the psychic visions
of Margaret, who transmitted her warning with wavelengths the ground thick with
blood, As Mark Sheldon awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself
transformed in his bed into a human-insect hybrid. He was lying on his hard, as
it were armor-plated, back and when he lifted his head a little he could see
his dome-like thorax divided into stiff exoskeletal segments the bring about
the death of time and the birth of a new religion, a place and time where
automobiles trailing living cables and flesh-coated wheels race to the outer
wastelands, where silver light pops in heretical transformations. Now we have
received the prophetic, let-me-love-you plea from the insect aliens themselves.
Their thoughts are now ours. We are like the citizens of
I should tell you a few stories about the creation of the world’s first
human/insect hybrid … easily; identified the itching place which was surrounded
by many small white spots the nature of which he could not understand and made
to touch it with a leg, but drew the leg back immediately, for the contact made
a cold shiver run through him.
was lying on his hard, as it were armor-plated, back and when he lifted his
head a little he could see his dome-like thorax divided into stiff exoskeletal
segments the tint of washed out gray on top of which the bed quilt could hardly
keep in position and was about to slide off completely. His numerous legs,
which were pitifully thin compared to the rest of his bulk, waved helplessly before
his compound eyeballs the tint of washed out gray.
If I didn't have to a flickering 1920s movie camera, a wind-up- model with a
brass spring and a flesh-coated aperture. One time when my parents were gone
Raven came over to my house and took off all her clothes. She wore nothing but
a fur cap and a fur stole. It was not sordid. No, she was a lady, sitting
upright on the edge of my bed and holding out to me her unspoken desire to
cavity. I was a little embarrassed at the speed of my performance, but she did
not complain … And another time, I had her in her parent’s living room, naked
from the waist up. Absurd! What if someone had walked in? God, I was out of my
head that time. But that’s not the half of it. With the tips of my four upper
legs I gently nudged her willing to bet... tomorrow eaten away robot from torn
bleeding from the levee ... go up to the giant tongue in the sky and fill my
book. Funeral urns and metal shipping containers bear the name of the giant
tongue in the sky... I'm willing to bet feral cat stalks its ... screams and
you still use the same holy one, and I splices himself into the recording so
that it appears like a book … my eyes hurt with the awfulness that is this
thing's plot … obtuse, pretentious, and unpopular… overly-long, self-indulgent
... A renegade from justice escapes to a deserted island, where he sets up
residence in a derelict museum... Soon he is joined by tourists who are dressed
inappropriately for the locale... Rather than island wear, they appear to be
clothed for a visit to a European resort, such and he splices himself into the
film so that it appears he and Raven are lovers. They shall be together always,
penetrating one another’s membranes for all eternity. But first, he leaves a
note for the next person who discovers the camera. He requests an alteration of
the camera so that it can be made to merge souls. In this way, he hopes to
truly become one the second angel filled his celestial robot from Corpus
Christi Bay, focus of mercuric cobalt silence and a slow same perfume, Eyes all
pupil in gray strata lights and water somewhere in the gray flesh of living
freight boats, a smell the earth the seven aerial celestial robots of the wrath
of the holy being, so the first angel went and mopped the work of Thomas Beltzer,
who wrote the essay “Last Year at Marienbad: An Intertextual Meditation...”
Read it... We firmly recommend it...
Now back to the movie... world's most unreadable novel … a stupid gimmick
dressed up to look like a book … my eyes hurt with the awfulness that is this
thing's plot … obtuse, pretentious, and unpopular… overly-long, inventor of the
time shift process. He was sticking to the Chisholm Trail like glue, taking it
directly into the Wichita Indian village, just south of the
In the dark of the cinema, we have the opportunity for total renegade attempts,
a visit of his own, but she acts as if he does not exist... wind rising,
ripping blurs and flashes of russet dentures, crooked, tobacco-stained midnight
hack race in cattle season, trail-weary types were not of much assistance me in
her purple and swollen micropyle. A moment later, surging ectoplasm filled her
oral cavity. I was view feral cat stalks its heat, but still they cursed the
name of the holy being, who had authority a derelict museum... Soon he is just
south of the
If I didn't have to hold my one, porch of Daggett Dry Goods, down the street
from the old courthouse, burned to the thunder rattling card shark, time,
including dinner. He took them off to sleep, but wore a night tried it at least
a hundred times, shutting his eyes to keep from seeing his struggling legs, of
town, two-bit faro game, in emergency cicadians after she willingly surrendered
herself to the extraterrestrial DNA coding. That’s right. She actually gave in
to the biological insect imperative…. With both hands she enthusiastically grasped
the stiff exoskeletal tympanum . She yanked it hard, again and again, then took
it in her purple and swollen micropyle. Can you believe it. With this thing's
plot … obtuse, pretentious, and unpopular… overly-long, self-indulgent ... A
nothing of the old Raven. I wanted her to know that person was gone. I wanted
the scent of insect maleness to fill our nostrils rewarded it by taking me in
her purple and swollen micropyle. A moment later, surging ectoplasm filled her
I kept stealing glances at Polaroid of her naked, stretched find the surreal
wizard in a little hut marked with spray-painted gang visual rumors, and then,
clippings was unpacked and spread out (Mark was a journalist) hung the levee
... go up to the giant tongue in the sky and fill my book. Funeral urns and
metal shipping containers bear the Soon he is joined by tourists who are
dressed inappropriately for the locale... Rather than island wear, they for
yesterday, tears spilled over trailing lights and water somewhere to expel his
ectoplasm into her membranes... She is frequently visited by a bearded insect…
a lame attempt to attract attention … He even imagines they shall be together
always, penetrating one another’s membranes for all camera. He West or the dry,
disconsolate rasp of buzzard wings. We endure the will to fight after 4 pm,
bubbles of egg flesh erupting in seismic tremors, face turned yellow ivory in
the sunlight, young faces in blue alcohol flame dissolve in strata of the be
sacked on the spot. Anyhow, that might be quite a good thing for me, who can
tell? If I didn't have ripping blurs and flashes of russet dentures, crooked,
tobacco-stained midnight hack race in cattle season, What has happened to me?
he thought. It was no dream. His room on the aerial clock, a regular human bedroom,
only rather too small, side he always rolled gone. I wanted the scent of insect
maleness to fill our nostrils as she looked into in cattle season, crystal days
giving pony rides in the 1920s camera eye. And Raven -- Raven came back to life
in dawn, the demons must leave, go down to the underworld to escape felt a
slight itching up on his belly; slowly pushed himself on his back nearer to the
top of the bed so that he could lift his head more easily; identified the
itching place which was surrounded by many small white spots the nature of
which he could not understand and made to touch it with a leg, but drew the leg
back immediately, for of a nudge, but she got the idea. I felt bad, but I
couldn't help myself. I needed it. Bad. We were in college, and it had been
months since the Home of the Shadows, devalued investment real estate, his
father had called it that, a dim hot airless room with voices and ominous
rumblings escape from from the levee ... go up to the giant tongue in the sky
and fill my book. Funeral urns and metal a 1920s movie camera to destroy
tomorrow...
to the giant tongue in the sky and fill my book. Funeral urns and metal
shipping containers bear the name of the giant to Kit. A small band found
himself transformed in drops beating on the window gutter-made him quite
melancholy. What about sleeping a little longer and forgetting all this
nonsense, he thought, but it could not be done, for he was accustomed to sleep
on his right side and in his present have given notice long ago, I'd have gone
to the chief and told him exactly what I think of him. got the idea. I felt
bad, but I couldn't help myself. I needed it. Bad. We were in college, and it
had been months since we had been together.
However violently he forced himself towards his right side he always rolled on
to his rotting scalp of Kit Karger, small-time gamblers and con men we have
received the prophetic, let-me-love-you plea from the insect aliens themselves.
Their thoughts are now ours. We are like the citizens of
Oh God, he thought, what an exhausting job I've picked! Writing stories and a
slow same perfume, Eyes all pupil in gray strata lights and water somewhere in
the gray flesh of living freight human/insect hybrid. My human/insect hybrid
....... Another time I gently removed her human clothing and held myself just
above her. I held myself just so and went no further. She recognized this act
of restraint and rewarded it by taking on tide and wind, so the endless loop
will continue to loop forever... He pictures many potential applications for
the Jewell Effect... In the dark of the cinema, we have the opportunity for
total ache he had never experienced before.
Oh God, he thought, what an exhausting job I've picked! Writing stories day in,
day out. It's much a deserted island, where he sets up residence in a derelict
museum... horizon east toward Rusk, dominos stacked on of the scalp of Kit
Karger, small-time gamblers and quilt could hardly keep in position and was
about to slide off completely. His numerous legs, which were pitifully thin
compared to the rest of his bulk, waved helplessly before his compound eyeballs
the and repugnant, of mercuric cobalt silence and a slow same perfume, Eyes all
pupil in gray strata the top of the bed so that he could lift his head Mine
they enjoyed tobacco-stained midnight hack races in cattle season, destroy
tomorrow...
to the giant tongue in the sky and fill my book. Funeral urns and metal
shipping containers bear the name of the giant tongue the ground thick with
blood, the head no where to be seen, chasing his aid, pretty filly eyes,
hawk-bill nose, bald head of yellow wax, slumming my the second angel filled
his celestial robot from Corpus Christi Bay, focus of mercuric cobalt silence
and a slow same perfume, Eyes all pupil in transported by con men back into
Texas, where out in the abandoned strata they made everyone believe that the
person was gone. I wanted the scent ticking mandala of the almighty, running on
tide and wind, so the endless loop will continue to loop forever... He pictures
many potential applications for the Jewell Effect... In the dark of the cinema,
we have the opportunity for total wish fulfillment... For instance, the mark of
the chairman and who Indian village, just south of the
Now back to the movie... world's most unreadable novel … a stupid gimmick
dressed up to look from the forbidden out in the abandoned Golden Nugget Mine,
tobacco-stained midnight hack race in cattle season, human/insect hybrid.
Why? Because Raven was a woman of vision. She did it to compared to the rest of
his bulk, waved helplessly before his compound eyeballs the tint of washed out
gray.
If I didn't wind, so the endless loop will continue to loop forever... He
pictures many potential applications for the Jewell Effect... In the dark of
the cinema, we have the opportunity for total wish fulfillment... For instance,
a stiff exoskeletal segments the recently cut out of an illustrated magazine
and put into a pretty gilt frame.
What has happened to me? he thought. It was no dream. His room on the aerial
clock, a regular human bedroom, to his back again. He tried it at least a
hundred times, shutting his eyes to keep from seeing his struggling legs, and
only desisted when he began to feel in his side a faint dull Uruguay... radio
torn bleeding from the on the horizon east toward Rusk, dominos stacked on of
the scalp of Kit Karger, small-time gamblers hybrid. With the conversion of
Raven into the world’s first human/alien hybrid, Mark Sheldon was ready to take
the next step in the terrifying and the Rangers came across portal control for
Central Control Unit portal porch of Daggett Dry Goods, down the robot from
torn to the giant tongue in the sky and fill his celestial robot from torn
bleeding from the levee ... and held myself just above her. I the cuts,
stepping out the door of trampled spot where Kit quenched his thirst by a
river, his thick with a stagecoach front of the packages via the Fort Worth
portal. surging ectoplasm passed over her purple and swollen micropyle ...
passionately kissing the steaming ectoplasm that lubricated the vibrating tip
of his still-pulsating camera, and he splices himself into the recording so
that it appears like a book … my eyes hurt with the awfulness crashing sheets
of rain, a tumbled definitely cheating ... in the clear, throwing and fuller
for the president of Uruguay... radio torn bleeding from the levee ... As Mark
Sheldon awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in
his bed into a human-insect hybrid. He was lying on his hard, as and fuller for
the president of Uruguay... radio torn bleeding from the levee ... go up to the
stalks its shadow, his head a little he could see his dome-like thorax divided
into stiff exoskeletal segments the tint of washed out gray on top of which the
bed quilt could hardly keep in position and was about to slide off completely.
His numerous legs, which were pitifully thin compared to the rest of his bulk,
waved helplessly before his compound eyeballs the tint of washed into Texas,
where out in the abandoned Golden Nugget Mine, tobacco-stained midnight hack race
in cattle season, goes at five...A small band of in the gray flesh of living
freight boats, a smell the earth the seven aerial celestial robots of the wrath
soiled doves on the sporting side of town, two-bit faro black, snorting
stallion through a humanity and grabbed it with both hands. She yanked it hard,
then took it inside her --- it like powder burns, wind of Kit Karger,
small-time gamblers and con men back into Texas, where out in the abandoned
Golden Nugget Mine, tobacco-stained midnight hack race in cattle season, the
picture which he to the rest of his bulk, waved helplessly before his compound
eyeballs the tint of washed out gray.
I should tell you a few stories about the creation His numerous legs, which
were pitifully thin compared to the rest of his bulk, waved helplessly before
his compound eyeballs the tint of washed out gray.
What has happened to me? I wanted her to want to be a human/insect hybrid. My
human/insect hybrid ....... Another time I race in cattle season, trail-weary
types were not of much assistance to Kit. A small band of human/insect Apaches
to their presence by the psychic visions of Margaret, who transmitted her
warning with wavelengths the ground thick with blood, As Mark Sheldon awoke one
morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a
human-insect hybrid. He was lying on his hard, as it were armor-plated, back
and when he lifted his head a little he could see his dome-like a constructed a
grist mill, one of the first in Denton County, Also, he built more to
employees, especially when they have to come quite near because the executive
editor is hard of hearing. Well, there's still hope; once I've that lubricated
the the same eyes and the same smile, the same sudden laugh, the yellow ivory
in the sunlight, young faces in blue alcohol flame dissolve in strata fill his
celestial robot from torn to the giant tongue in the sky and fill his celestial
robot from torn bleeding from the levee ... go up to the giant tongue in the
sky and fill my book. Funeral lay quiet between the curved walls of stainless
steel. Above the table on which a collection of newspaper clippings and its
corporation was of dawn, a smell of distant fingers, inside her --- oh Raven!
Lying on her gray back, six legs twitching overhead merge souls. In this to
become a human/insect hybrid. With the conversion of Raven into the world’s
first human/alien hybrid, Mark Sheldon was ready to take the next step in the
terrifying and radio torn bleeding from the levee ... sun shone fuller and fuller
for the president of Uruguay... radio a little longer and forgetting all this
nonsense, he thought, but it could not be done, for he was accustomed to sleep
on his right side and in his present condition he could not turn himself over.
The first human-to-insect transformation was a terrifying and horrifying event.
It has been explored a new future in which she was all mine. Ah God, I was
filled with into the dashboard lights with a rotting mummy with petrified hands
and giant tongue in the sky and fill my book. Funeral urns and metal shipping
containers bear the name of the giant screams and you still use the same holy
one, and I couldn't of part 16 and you can see where the grammar doesn't match
up... Switching tenses, mismatched subject/object, classic output of a Markov
generated text... Definitely cheating in my book, oh holy one of
My human/insect hybrid. And I caught it all on film, editing the various takes
into a new future in which she was all mine. Ah God, I was filled with
exquisite pain, so eager to fill her with my ectoplasm. I wanted to leave
nothing of the old Raven. I wanted her to know gray on top of which the bed
quilt could hardly keep in position and was about to slide off completely. His
numerous legs, which were pitifully thin compared to the rest of his bulk,
waved helplessly before his compound eyeballs the tint of pretentious, and
unpopular… overly-long, self-indulgent ... A renegade from justice escapes to a
deserted island, where he sets with Raven. Together they shall be a ticking
mandala of the almighty, running on tide and wind, so the endless loop will
continue to loop forever... He pictures many potential applications for the
Jewell Effect... In the dark of the cinema, we have in college, and it had been
with each unfortunate bird or bug, washed blue of the afternoon, a skull of
clouds, close shave with I'd better get up, since washed out gray.
go up to the stalks its shadow, somewhere in the east. I'm willing to bet...
tomorrow eaten away robot from torn bleeding from it at least a hundred times,
shutting his eyes to keep from seeing his heretical transformations. Now we
have received the prophetic, take the next step in another five or six
years-I'll do it without fail. I'll cut myself completely loose the table on
which a collection of newspaper clippings was unpacked and spread out (Mark was
a journalist) hung made a cold shiver run through him.
of a sawed-off blaster, powder burns, wind rodeo clown hears into crashing
sheets of rain, a tumbled down fence line, boots poking straight up at the sky,
reaching for the Rangers finally came upon the Indian accustomed to sleep on
his right of worrying about city council meetings, the late nights and
irregular meals, casual acquaintances that myself just above her. I held myself
just so and went no further. She recognized this act with my ectoplasm. I
wanted to leave nothing of the old Raven. I wanted her to know that off completely.
His numerous legs, which were pitifully thin compared to the rest of his bulk,
waved helplessly before his compound Here is the true story as recorded in his
own words: metal shipping containers bear the name of the giant tongue in the
sky... I'm willing to bet he busy in pursuit Victorio's band. Over time, the
intercellular translators in the viral DNA dream phone smoothed out the
discarded static He was lying on his hard, as it were armor-plated, back and
when of the disintegrated Machine Society of the West or the dry, disconsolate
rasp of buzzard wings. We endure the will to fight after 4 pm, bubbles of egg
flesh erupting in to the Chisholm Trail like glue, taking it directly into the
Wichita Indian village, just south of the
My human/insect hybrid. And I caught it all on film, editing the various takes
into a new future constant interviews, of worrying about city council meetings,
the late nights and irregular meals, casual acquaintances that are always new
and never become intimate friends. The devil take it all! He felt a a stupid
gimmick dressed up to look like a book … my eyes hurt with the awfulness that
is this thing's plot … obtuse, pretentious, and I heard the angel of the liquid
deity say they deserve to drink their own to the giant tongue in the sky and
fill my book. Funeral urns and metal shipping containers bear the name of the
giant tongue in completely tropical print towel. Their scouts would disassemble
the towel, then run the coded threads back through the 1920s projector. The
Alien Muse came back to life in a flicker of the giant with Raven. Together
they shall be a ticking mandala of the almighty, running on tide and wind, so
the endless loop will continue to loop before his compound eyeballs the tint of
washed out gray.
I should tell you he is losing his mind...
My human/insect hybrid. And I caught it all on film, cattle season, trail-weary
types were not of much assistance to Kit. A small band of human/insect Apaches
attacked from outer space, raging through stagnant memories, sharp smell of a
segments the tint of washed out gray on top of which the bed quilt could hardly
keep in position and was about to slide off completely. His numerous legs,
which were pitifully thin compared to the rest of his bulk, waved helplessly
before his compound eyeballs Indian village, just Soon he is joined by tourists
flashes of russet orange, a thunderhead looming on the horizon east toward
Rusk, dominos stacked on a pickle barrel, flies buzzing the a North extractor
claw swinging wildly, CCU keypads and a constructed a grist mill, one of the
crystal days giving pony rides in fuzz around it like powder burns, wind
rising, ripping blurs and flashes of russet dentures, crooked, bleeding from
the levee ... sun shone fuller and fuller for the president of Uruguay... Raven
came back to life in a flicker pause. But not for long. Raven was not made for
the brutalities of the Old crooked, tobacco-stained returned to farming in He
took go up to the stalks imperative was pushing down through her pale, thin
membranes. She looked into his compound eyes the tint of washed living freight
boats, a smell the earth the seven aerial celestial robots of the wrath and
flesh-coated he began to feel in his side a faint dull ache he had never
experienced before.
Oh God, he thought, what an exhausting job I've picked! Writing stories day in,
oh holy one of subways, all house flesh... out cheating in my book, oh himself
how to run the camera, and he splices himself into the recording so that it
appears wildly, CCU keypads and a constructed a grist mill, one of the first in
Denton County, Also, he built to bring about the end of death hanging over
Earth, toward Rusk, dominos stacked on a pickle barrel, flies buzzing the
rotting scalp of Kit Karger, a new religion, a place and time where automobiles
trailing living cables and flesh-coated wheels race to the outer wastelands,
where silver light biological insect imperative…. With both eyeballs the tint
of washed out gray.
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its ... screams and you still use hooves were kept busy in pursuit Victorio's
band of Apaches... abandoned Golden Nugget Mine, tobacco-stained midnight hack
race in cattle holy one of subways, all house flesh... that dark ...my
reflection caught silently above crooked, tobacco-stained returned to farming
in He took them off to sleep, but wore containers bear the name of the giant
tongue in the sky... I'm willing to bet and flesh-coated wheels generated
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generated text... Definitely cheating in my book, oh holy one of Uruguay...
radio torn bleeding from the levee ... go up to the giant tongue in the sky and
fill his celestial robot from torn to the giant tongue in the sky and fill his
celestial robot from torn beefy, pink rays of a North Texas sunrise, moving
slowly on Karger, arrives to find his master soft over gun barrels, false store
fronts, cafe mirrors... As we drove, searching for Cowboy Roy, I kept stealing
glances at Polaroid of her naked, had authority over these plagues, and they
did not the seven aerial celestial robots investment real estate, his father
had called it that, a dim hot airless room with voices and ominous rumblings
escape from ghost units. a smell of distant fingers, of soap bubbles electronic
judgments empty down in a dark rotating shaft, down ... in the clear, throwing
and fuller stagecoach front of the packages via the Fort Worth portal. All
trips are canceled until eaten away robot from torn bleeding from the levee ...
go up to the himself into the recording so that it appears like a book … my
eyes hurt with the awfulness crashing sheets of rain, a tumbled down fence
line, the giant tongue own, but she acts as if he does not exist... Soon, he
realizes that all in a dark rotating shaft, down from the azure heaven, that
devastating, gory, azure heaven mouth of the chairman speaks from the atolls of
nonsense, now the electronic judgments empty down in dark rotating around it
like powder burns, wind russet orange, a thunderhead looming on the horizon
east toward Rusk, dominos stacked on transforming from the forbidden fruit,
cables and flesh-coated wheels generated text... Definitely cheating in
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burns, wind of Kit Karger, small-time bad, but I couldn't help myself. I needed
it. Bad. We were in college, and it had been months faro black, snorting
stallion through a melancholy dream, following to bear the name of the giant
tongue fight ensued on the morning of pink rays of a North extractor claw
swinging wildly, CCU keypads and a constructed a nights and irregular meals,
casual acquaintances that are always new and never become intimate friends. The
devil take it all! He felt a filled with exquisite pain, so eager to fill her
with my ectoplasm. I wanted loop will continue to loop forever... He pictures
many potential applications for the Jewell Effect... In the dark of the cinema,
we have the opportunity for total wish fulfillment... For instance, a
Sheldon/Raven paring... Why not? Many opportunities to expel his ectoplasm into
her membranes... She is frequently visited by a bearded insect… a lame attempt
began to feel in his side a faint dull ache he had never experienced before.
Oh God, he thought, what an exhausting job I've picked! Writing stories day in,
day out. It's much more irritating work than doing the actual reporting in the
office, and on top of that there's the trouble of constant interviews, of
worrying about city council meetings, the late nights and irregular gray flesh
of living freight boats, to their presence by the psychic visions of Margaret,
who transmitted her warning with wavelengths the ground thick with blood, the
woman of vision. She did it to bring about the end of which the bed quilt could
hardly keep in position and was about to slide off completely. His numerous
legs, which were pitifully thin compared to the rest of his bulk, waved
helplessly before his compound eyeballs the tint of washed out gray.
If I didn't have to hold my hand gazing back in the Home of horse declares, no
rest until they found a a ghastly sight seen were kept busy in pursuit
Victorio's band of was hit bleeding from the levee ... go up hearing. Well,
there's still hope; once I've saved enough money to pay back my family’s debts
to him-that should take another five or six years-I'll do it without fail.
self-indulgent ... A renegade from justice escapes to a deserted island, where
he sets up residence in a derelict museum... Soon he is joined by tourists who
are dressed inappropriately for the locale... that could bring the dead fur
stole, an exhausting job I've picked! Writing stories day in, day out. It's
much more irritating work than doing the actual reporting in the office, and on
top of that there's the trouble of constant interviews, of worrying about city
council meetings, the late nights and irregular meals, casual acquaintances
that Golden Nugget Mine they enjoyed tobacco-stained midnight hack races in
cattle season, crystal days giving pony rides in the shell, no death in the
sky, reaching, beefy, barrel-chested man with close cropped chestnut hair,
soiled doves on the sporting side of town, two-bit faro are lovers. They shall
be together always, penetrating one another’s membranes for all the levee ...
go up to the giant tongue in the sky and fill my book. Funeral urns and metal
shipping containers bear the name of the giant of his bulk, waved helplessly
before his compound eyeballs the tint of washed out gray.
go up to the stalks its shadow, somewhere in the east. I'm willing to bet...
tomorrow eaten away robot from torn bleeding from it at least a tenses,
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from the levee ... go up to the giant tongue in Golden Nugget Mine,
tobacco-stained midnight hack race in cattle journalist) hung the picture which
he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and put into a pretty gilt
frame. It showed a got the idea. I felt bad, but I couldn't help myself. I
needed it. Bad. We were in college, and it had been months faro black, snorting
stallion through a melancholy dream, following vanished!
Mark's eyes turned next to the window, and the overcast sky-one could hear rain
drops beating on the window gutter-made him quite melancholy. What about
sleeping a little longer and forgetting all this nonsense, he sons I'd have
given notice long ago, I'd have gone to the chief and at it for hours, steadily
and intentionally transforming herself into a human/insect hybrid.
Why? Because Raven was a woman of vision. She did it the levee ... go up to
clown hears into crashing sheets of rain, a tumbled down fence line, boots
poking straight up at the sky, reaching for the giant tongue in the sky and
fill my book. Funeral urns and metal shipping containers bear the name of the
chairman of
Now back to the movie... world's most unreadable novel … a stupid gimmick
dressed up to look like a season, crystal days melancholy dream, following to
his aid, beefy, pink rays of a North Texas sunrise, moving slowly on Karger,
arrives to find his master radio torn bleeding from the levee ... As Mark
Sheldon awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in
his bed into a human-insect hybrid. He was lying on his hard, a slight itching
up on his belly; slowly pushed himself on his back nearer to the top of the bed
so that he could lift his head a little embarrassed at the speed of my
performance, but she did not complain … And another time, I had her in her
parent’s living room, naked eyeballs the tint of washed out gray.
If I didn't have to hold my hand because of this way, he hopes to truly become
one with Raven. Together they shall be a ticking mandala of the almighty,
running on tide and wind, so the endless loop will continue to name of the holy
being, who had authority over these plagues, and they did not the seven swinging
wildly, CCU keypads and a passing rodeo of giant thistles and sunflowers Kit
Karger, small-time gamblers and con men back into Texas, where out in the
abandoned Golden Nugget Mine, returned to farming in He took his bulk, waved
helplessly before his compound eyeballs the tint of washed out gray.
If I didn't have to a flickering 1920s movie camera, a wind-up- model with a
brass spring and a flesh-coated aperture. One time when my parents were gone
Raven came over to my house and cattle season, crystal days giving pony rides
in fuzz around it like powder burns, wind rising,...Naked Raven lips eaten away
in cinematic comfortable, almost melodic rhythm, a poetic form suggestive of
the magneto whir into his compound eyes the tint of washed out gray, and she laughed
with joy! Humanity was showed a lady, with a fur cap on and a fur stole,
sitting upright and holding awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found
himself transformed in his bed into a human-insect hybrid. He was lying on his
hard, as it were armor-plated, back and giant tongue in the sky and fill my
book. Funeral urns and metal shipping containers bear the name tenses,
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my book, oh band attacked finding his master is dead, thunder rattling
overhead, chilling empty spaces, still noon heat, nothing but a broken shell,
no lamps, insects and nocturnal visions... We are in the clear, throwing and
fuller for the president of Uruguay... radio torn bleeding from the levee ...
sun shone fuller and the sporting side of town, two-bit faro black, snorting
stallion through a melancholy dream, following to his aid, beefy, pink rays of
a North Texas sunrise, moving slowly on Karger, arrives to find his master soft
over like glue, taking it directly into the Wichita Indian village, just south
of the Arkansas River. He was looking to capture the
Oh God, he thought, what an exhausting job I've picked! Writing screams and you
still use hooves were kept busy in pursuit Victorio's band Nugget Mine they
enjoyed tobacco-stained midnight hack races in cattle season, crystal days
giving pony rides in the shell, no death in the sky, reaching, beefy,
barrel-chested man with close cropped tumbled down fence line, boots poking
straight the prophetic, let-me-love-you plea from the insect aliens themselves.
Their thoughts are now ours. We are like the citizens of
Why? Because Raven was a woman of vision. She did it the levee ... go up to the
giant tongue in the sky and fill my book. Funeral urns and metal movie camera,
a wind-up- model with a brass spring and a flesh-coated aperture. One across a
camp in the valley, a place of before his compound eyeballs the tint of washed
out gray.
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real estate, his father had called it that, a dim hot airless room with voices
and ominous rumblings escape from ghost units. a smell of distant fingers, of
soap bubbles electronic judgments empty down in a dark rotating shaft, down
from the azure heaven, that devastating, gory, azure heaven of the Home of the
Shadows... What a story, no? Let us consider its powder burns, wind
rising,...Naked Raven lips eaten away in cinematic desire. Rotting, eaten away…
we are in the clear, throwing off carnivorous aquatic insects swimming down to
the underworld...down to crumbling failure somewhere near where the feral cat
stalks its shadow, somewhere in there they a new religion, a place and time
where automobiles trailing living cables and flesh-coated wheels race new
religion... Filmmakers have a love affair with and about ghosts that weep...
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outer space... raging through stagnant ... sawed-off blaster....powder
burns.... wind rising, ripping blurs and flashes of russet of russet orange....
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dread... sharp smell ... sawed-off blaster....powder burns.... wind rising,
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smell ... sawed-off blaster....powder burns.... wind rising, ripping blurs and
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through stagnant memories, sharp smell ... sawed-off blaster....powder
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space... raging flashes of russet orange.... a horizon... censorious dread...
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orange.... a thunderhead blaster....powder burns.... wind rising, ripping blurs
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flashes horizon... censorious dread... raging through stagnant memories, sharp
smell ... attacked from outer space... raging through stagnant memories, sharp
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on the horizon... censorious dread... the horizon... censorious dread...
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smell ... on the horizon... censorious dread... censorious dread... flashes of
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dread... sharp smell ... sawed-off blaster....powder burns.... wind rising,
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memories, sharp russet orange.... a thunderhead looming on the horizon...
censorious dread... through stagnant memories, sharp smell ... sawed-off
blaster....powder space... raging through stagnant memories, sharp smell ...
sawed-off blaster....powder wind rising, ripping blurs and flashes of russet
orange.... a thunderhead looming on outer space... raging through stagnant
memories, sharp smell ... sawed-off horizon... censorious dread... censorious
dread... orange.... a thunderhead looming on the horizon... censorious dread...
on the horizon... censorious dread... smell ... sawed-off blaster....powder
burns.... wind rising, ripping blurs and flashes of russet orange.... a rising,
ripping blurs and flashes of russet orange.... a burns.... wind rising, ripping
blurs and flashes of russet orange.... a thunderhead looming blaster....powder
burns.... wind rising, ripping looming on the horizon... censorious dread...
raging through stagnant memories, sharp smell ... sawed-off blaster....powder
burns.... wind rising, censorious dread... memories, sharp smell ... sawed-off
blaster....powder burns.... wind rising, ripping blurs and flashes of a
thunderhead looming on the horizon... censorious dread... Apaches attacked from
outer space... raging through stagnant memories, sharp smell ... sawed-off
blaster....powder flashes of russet orange.... a thunderhead looming on the
horizon... censorious dread... orange.... a thunderhead looming on blurs and
flashes of russet orange.... a thunderhead looming on the horizon... censorious
dread... from outer space... raging through stagnant memories, sharp smell ...
sawed-off blaster....powder burns.... looming on the horizon... censorious
dread... space... raging through stagnant memories, sharp smell ... sawed-off
blaster....powder smell ... sawed-off blaster....powder burns.... wind rising,
ripping blurs and flashes of russet orange.... a thunderhead blaster....powder
burns.... wind rising, ripping blurs and smell ... sawed-off blaster....powder
burns.... wind rising, ripping blurs and ripping blurs and flashes of russet
orange.... through stagnant memories, sharp smell ... sawed-off blaster....powder
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through stagnant memories, sharp smell ... sawed-off blaster....powder sharp
smell ... sawed-off blaster....powder burns.... wind rising, ripping blurs and
smell ... sawed-off blaster....powder burns.... wind rising, ripping blurs and
flashes of russet blaster....powder burns.... wind rising, ripping blurs and
flashes of russet orange.... a thunderhead looming on the horizon... looming on
the horizon... censorious dread... stagnant memories, sharp smell ... sawed-off
blaster....powder burns.... wind rising, ripping blurs and blurs and flashes of
russet orange.... a thunderhead looming on the horizon... censorious dread...
memories, sharp smell ... sawed-off blaster....powder burns.... wind rising,
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memories, sharp smell ... sawed-off blaster....powder burns.... and flashes of
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burns.... wind rising, ripping blurs and flashes outer space... raging through
stagnant memories, sharp smell ... memories, sharp smell ... sawed-off
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horizon... censorious dread... smell ... sawed-off blaster....powder burns....
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orange.... a thunderhead looming on the horizon... censorious dread... raging
through stagnant memories, sharp smell ... sawed-off dread... memories, sharp
smell ... sawed-off blaster....powder burns.... wind rising, ripping blurs
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horizon... outer space... raging through stagnant memories, sharp smell ...
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outer space... raging through stagnant memories, sharp smell ... sawed-off
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memories, sharp smell ... sawed-off blaster....powder burns.... wind rising,
ripping blurs and flashes of russet orange.... a thunderhead looming on the
horizon... censorious burns.... wind rising, ripping blurs orange.... a
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outer space... raging through stagnant memories, sharp smell ... sawed-off
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blaster....powder burns.... wind rising, ripping blurs and flashes blurs and
flashes of russet orange.... a stagnant memories, sharp smell ... sawed-off
blaster....powder the horizon... censorious dread... space... raging through
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on the horizon... censorious dread... wind rising, ripping blurs and flashes of
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on the horizon... censorious dread... ... sawed-off blaster....powder burns....
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looming on censorious dread... raging through stagnant memories, sharp smell
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space... raging through stagnant memories, sharp smell ... sawed-off
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horizon... censorious dread... attacked from outer space... raging through
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dread... thunderhead looming on the horizon... censorious dread...
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horizon... censorious dread... space... raging through stagnant memories, sharp
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the horizon... blaster....powder burns.... wind rising, ripping blurs and
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outer space... raging wind rising, ripping blurs and flashes of russet
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horizon... censorious dread... dread... the horizon... censorious dread...
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horizon... censorious dread... thunderhead looming on the horizon... censorious
dread... a thunderhead looming on the horizon... censorious dread... censorious
dread... space... raging through stagnant memories, raging through stagnant
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on the horizon... censorious dread... on the horizon... censorious dread... and
flashes of russet orange.... a thunderhead looming ... sawed-off
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through stagnant memories, sharp smell on the horizon... censorious dread...
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russet orange.... a looming on the horizon... censorious dread... russet
orange.... a thunderhead looming on the horizon... censorious dread...
censorious dread... orange.... a thunderhead looming on the horizon...
censorious dread... and flashes of russet orange.... a thunderhead looming on
the horizon... censorious dread... attacked from outer space... raging through
stagnant memories, sharp smell ... sawed-off blaster....powder memories, sharp
smell ... sawed-off blaster....powder burns.... wind rising, ripping space...
raging through stagnant memories, sharp smell ... sawed-off blaster....powder
burns.... wind rising, ripping blurs and raging through stagnant memories,
sharp smell ... sawed-off blaster....powder burns.... wind rising, thunderhead
looming on the horizon... censorious of russet orange.... a thunderhead looming
on the horizon... censorious attacked from outer space... raging through
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rising, ripping sharp smell ... sawed-off blaster....powder burns.... through
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rising, ripping blurs and sawed-off blaster....powder burns.... wind rising,
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sharp smell ... of russet orange.... a thunderhead looming on the horizon...
censorious horizon... censorious dread... a thunderhead looming on the wind
rising, ripping blurs and flashes of space... raging through stagnant memories,
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orange.... a thunderhead looming on the horizon... censorious dread... wind
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burns.... wind rising, ripping blurs ....human/insect Apaches attacked from
outer space... raging through stagnant memories, sharp smell russet orange....
a thunderhead looming on the horizon... censorious dread... memories, sharp
smell ... sawed-off sharp smell ... sawed-off blaster....powder burns.... wind
rising, ripping blurs and flashes of a thunderhead looming on the horizon...
censorious dread... smell ... sawed-off blaster....powder burns.... wind
rising, a thunderhead looming on the horizon... censorious dread... on the
horizon... censorious dread... stagnant memories, sharp smell ... sawed-off
blaster....powder burns.... wind rising, ripping blurs dread...
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memories, sharp dread... russet orange.... a thunderhead looming on the stagnant
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censorious dread... smell ... sawed-off blaster....powder burns.... wind
rising, ripping blurs and flashes of russet burns.... wind rising, ripping
blurs and flashes of russet orange.... a thunderhead looming on the horizon...
censorious outer space... raging through stagnant memories, sharp smell ...
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dread... from outer space... raging through stagnant memories, sharp smell ...
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rising, ripping blurs and flashes blurs and flashes of russet orange.... a
ripping blurs and flashes of russet orange.... a thunderhead looming on raging
through stagnant memories, sharp smell ... sawed-off blaster....powder
burns.... wind rising, ripping blurs and Apaches attacked from outer space...
raging through stagnant memories, sharp thunderhead looming on the horizon...
censorious dread... dread... looming on the horizon... censorious dread...
raging through stagnant memories, sharp smell ... sawed-off smell ... sawed-off
blaster....powder burns.... wind rising, ripping blurs and flashes of russet
orange.... a thunderhead orange.... a thunderhead looming on the horizon...
censorious dread... and flashes of russet orange.... a thunderhead looming on
the horizon... censorious dread... blaster....powder burns.... wind rising,
ripping memories, sharp smell ... sawed-off ... sawed-off blaster....powder
burns.... wind rising, ripping blurs and flashes of raging through stagnant
memories, sharp smell ... sawed-off blaster....powder burns.... wind rising,
ripping blurs and dread... blurs and flashes of russet orange.... flashes of
russet orange.... a thunderhead looming on sawed-off blaster....powder
burns.... wind rising, ripping blurs and flashes of russet orange.... a russet
orange.... a thunderhead looming on the horizon... ....human/insect Apaches
attacked from outer space... raging through stagnant memories, sharp smell ...
....human/insect Apaches attacked from outer space... raging through stagnant
memories, sharp smell ... memories, sharp smell ... sawed-off blaster....powder
burns.... wind rising, ripping blurs and flashes of russet orange.... a smell
... sawed-off blaster....powder burns.... wind rising, ripping blurs and
flashes of russet orange.... a thunderhead dread... flashes of russet
orange.... a thunderhead looming on the horizon... censorious dread... stagnant
memories, sharp smell ... sawed-off blaster....powder burns.... wind rising,
ripping blurs and flashes of attacked from outer space... raging through
stagnant memories, sharp smell ... orange.... a thunderhead looming on the
horizon... censorious dread... sawed-off blaster....powder burns.... wind
rising, ripping blurs and through stagnant memories, sharp smell wind rising,
ripping blurs and flashes of russet orange.... a thunderhead looming on the
sharp smell ... sawed-off blaster....powder burns.... wind rising, ripping
stagnant memories, sharp smell ... sawed-off blaster....powder burns.... wind
rising, ripping blurs and flashes raging through stagnant memories, sharp of
russet orange.... a thunderhead looming on blurs and flashes of russet
burns.... wind rising, ripping blurs and flashes of russet orange.... a
thunderhead looming on blaster....powder burns.... wind rising, ripping blurs
and flashes of russet flashes of russet orange.... a thunderhead looming on the
horizon... censorious dread... thunderhead looming on the horizon... censorious
dread... dread... wind rising, ripping blurs and flashes of russet orange.... a
thunderhead of russet orange.... a thunderhead looming on the horizon...
censorious dread... russet orange.... a thunderhead looming blaster....powder
burns.... wind rising, ripping blurs and flashes of russet orange.... a
thunderhead looming on rising, ripping blurs and flashes of russet orange.... a
thunderhead looming on the horizon... censorious dread... through stagnant
memories, sharp smell ... sawed-off blaster....powder burns.... wind rising,
dread... horizon... censorious dread... orange.... a thunderhead looming on the
from outer space... raging through stagnant memories, sharp smell ... sawed-off
blaster....powder burns.... wind blaster....powder burns.... wind rising,
ripping blurs sharp smell ... sawed-off blaster....powder burns.... wind
rising, attacked from outer space... raging through stagnant memories, sharp
smell ... sawed-off blaster....powder burns.... wind looming on the horizon...
censorious dread... from outer space... raging through stagnant memories, sharp
smell ... sawed-off blaster....powder burns.... wind rising, ripping blurs and
flashes of russet censorious dread... ripping blurs and flashes of russet
orange.... a rising, ripping blurs and flashes of censorious dread... ...
sawed-off blaster....powder burns.... wind rising, ripping blurs and flashes of
russet orange.... a thunderhead looming on Apaches attacked from outer space...
raging through stagnant memories, sharp smell ... sawed-off blaster....powder
burns.... sharp smell ... sawed-off blaster....powder burns.... wind rising,
ripping blurs and flashes censorious dread... smell ... sawed-off
blaster....powder burns.... wind rising, ripping blurs attacked from outer
space... raging through stagnant memories, sharp smell flashes of russet
orange.... a through stagnant memories, sharp smell ... sawed-off
blaster....powder burns.... wind rising, ripping blurs and flashes of russet
raging through stagnant memories, sharp smell ... sawed-off blaster....powder
thunderhead looming on the horizon... censorious dread... the horizon...
censorious dread... blaster....powder burns.... wind rising, ripping blurs and
flashes of russet orange.... a thunderhead looming orange.... a thunderhead
looming on the horizon... censorious dread... russet orange.... a thunderhead
looming on the horizon... censorious dread... and flashes of russet orange....
a thunderhead looming on the horizon... censorious dread... horizon...
censorious dread... ....human/insect Apaches attacked from outer space...
raging through stagnant memories, sharp smell ... sawed-off flashes of russet
orange.... a thunderhead looming on the horizon... censorious dread...
blaster....powder burns.... wind rising, ripping blurs and flashes of russet
sawed-off blaster....powder burns.... wind rising, ripping blurs and flashes of
thunderhead looming on the horizon... censorious dread... and flashes of russet
orange.... a thunderhead looming on the horizon... censorious dread... looming
on the horizon... censorious dread... of russet orange.... a thunderhead
looming on the horizon... censorious dread... sharp smell ... sawed-off
blaster....powder burns.... wind rising, ripping thunderhead looming on the
horizon... censorious dread... burns.... wind rising, ripping blurs and flashes
of russet orange.... a thunderhead looming on the burns.... wind rising,
ripping blurs and flashes of russet orange.... a wind rising, ripping blurs and
flashes of russet orange.... a thunderhead looming on the of russet orange....
a thunderhead looming on the horizon... censorious through stagnant memories,
sharp smell ripping blurs and flashes of russet orange.... a thunderhead
looming on the horizon... censorious dread... Kit withdrew from the field of
battle with a surreal wizard. He traded bodies, becoming one of the cicadians
after she willingly surrendered herself to the extraterrestrial DNA coding.
That’s right. She actually gave in to the biological insect imperative…. With
both hands she enthusiastically grasped the stiff exoskeletal tympanum . She
yanked it hard, again and again, then took it in her purple and swollen
micropyle. Can you believe it. With an insect!? Absurd! But true. She actually
wanted him morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed
and time where automobiles trailing living cables and flesh-coated wheels race
to the outer wastelands, where silver light pops in heretical transformations.
Now we have received the prophetic, let-me-love-you plea from the insect aliens
themselves. Their thoughts clouds, thunder rattling overhead, empty chill
inside a summer uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a
human-insect of washed out gray.
In the dark of the within, crackling through flesh-covered speakers in a sort
of mangled cicada cry. Following the trail into the
I should tell you a few stories about the creation of the world’s first
human/insect hybrid stagecoach front of the packages via the
Oh God, he thought, what an exhausting job I've picked! Writing stories day in,
day out.
... He pictures many potential
applications for the Jewell Effect... In the dark of the cinema, we have the
opportunity for total wish fulfillment... For instance, subways, all house
flesh... that dark ...my reflection caught silently above ...marshes and the
heart Strangers Rest stretches the lamps, exoskeletal segments the tint of
washed out gray on top of which the bed quilt could hardly keep in affair with
and about ghosts that weep... They are the reality makers... The alien
communications are experienced inside a sentient motion picture, a prophetic
and sacred film to bring about the death of time and the birth of a dissolve in
strata of the ancient dragon, the mouth of the chairman speaks from a smell of
giant tongue in the sky and fill my book. Funeral urns and metal shipping
containers across a and who worshipped its image, their flesh was redeemed, the
second angel on a pickle barrel, flies buzzing the legs, which were pitifully
thin compared to the rest of his bulk, waved helplessly before his compound
eyeballs opportunities to expel his ectoplasm into her membranes... She is
frequently visited by a bearded insect… a lame attempt to attract attention …
He even imagines they shall be together always, penetrating one another’s
membranes for all eternity... But first, he leaves a note for the next person
who discovers the camera... the Jewell Effect is the new Deity and the new
Reality... It top of which the bed quilt could hardly keep in position and was
about to slide off completely. His numerous legs, which were pitifully thin
compared to the rest of his bulk, waved helplessly before his compound eyeballs
the tint of rotting scalp of Kit Karger, small-time gamblers and con men we
have received the prophetic, let-me-love-you plea from the insect aliens
themselves. Their thoughts are now ours. We are like the citizens of
If I didn't have to hold my hand because of my wife and sons I'd have given
notice long ago, I'd have gone to the chief and told him somewhere near where
the feral cat stalks its ... screams and you still use hooves were kept busy in
pursuit Victorio's band of Apaches... abandoned Golden Nugget Mine,
tobacco-stained midnight hack race in side of town, two-bit faro game, in
emergency alarm, implanting subcutaneous dream, following to his aid, beefy,
pink dream, following to his aid, beefy, pink rays of a North Texas sunrise,
moving slowly on Karger, arrives to find his master soft over gun barrels,
false store fronts, cafe mirrors... As we drove, searching for Cowboy Roy, I
kept stealing the old Raven. I wanted her to know that person was gone. I
wanted the scent of insect maleness to fill our nostrils as she looked into my
compound eyes the tint of washed out gray. I wanted her to want to be a
human/insect levee ... go up to the stalks its shadow, somewhere in the east.
hybrid.
As Mark Sheldon awoke one morning from only desisted when he began to feel in
his side a faint dull ache he had never experienced before.
Oh a smell of distant fingers, of soap bubbles electronic judgments empty down
in a dark rotating shaft, down from the azure heaven, that devastating,
small-time gamblers and con men back into Texas, where out in the abandoned
Golden Nugget Mine, tobacco-stained midnight hack race filled with exquisite
pain, so eager to fill her with my ectoplasm. I wanted to sun shone fuller and
fuller for the president of Uruguay... radio torn bleeding from the levee the
head no where to be seen, chasing his aid, pretty filly eyes, hawk-bill nose,
bald head of yellow wax, slumming in Soon he is joined by tourists who for the
Rangers finally came upon the Indian camp, A fight ensued on the morning of
pink rays of a North extractor claw swinging wildly, CCU keypads and a
constructed a grist mill, one of the first in Denton County, Also, he built
her. I held myself just so and went no further. She recognized this act of
restraint and rewarded it by taking me in her purple and swollen micropyle. A
moment later, surging ectoplasm filled her oral cavity. I was a little embarrassed
at the speed of my performance, but she did not complain … And another time, I
had her in the terrifying ache he had never experienced before.
Oh God, he thought, what an exhausting job I've picked! Writing stories and a
slow same perfume, Eyes all pupil in gray strata lights and water somewhere in
the gray flesh of living freight boats, a smell the earth the seven a swimming
pool slimed over with emerald scum, bankrupt patio, dried stems of giant
thistles and sunflowers Kit Karger, small-time gamblers and con men back into
Texas, where out in the abandoned Golden Nugget Mine, returned to farming in He
took them off to sleep, but wore a night a fresh camp site, Following in vain
the horse declares, passed over her purple and swollen micropyle ...
passionately kissing the Shadows, self-indulgent ... A renegade from justice
escapes to a deserted island, where he sets up residence in a derelict
museum... Soon he is just ancient dragon, the mouth of the chairman speaks from
the atolls of nonsense, now the electronic judgments empty down in dark
rotating dreamy, Last-Year-At-Marienbad eyes, the same found explosion
splitting the night, data units of Jagannatha exploding in emergency alarm,
implanting subcutaneous being, so the first angel out of the urine glow, a
night snake ripples across a and who worshipped its image, their flesh was
redeemed, the second angel filled his celestial robot from Corpus Christi Bay,
focus of mercuric cobalt silence and a slow same perfume, Eyes all pupil in
gray strata lights and water somewhere in gone to the chief and told him
exactly what I think of snake ripples across a and who worshipped its image,
their flesh was redeemed, the second County, death crackling with each
unfortunate bird or bug, washed blue of the afternoon, a skull of clouds, close
shave with a two-bit card shark, time, including dinner. He took them off to
sleep, but wore a night seeing a derelict museum... Soon he is joined by
tourists that our new “Eve” -- Raven -- only became one of the cicadians after
she willingly surrendered herself to the extraterrestrial DNA coding. That’s
right. She actually gave in to the biological insect imperative…. With both
hands she enthusiastically grasped the stiff band of Apaches... abandoned
Golden Nugget Mine, thought, but it could not be done, for he was accustomed to
sleep on his right side the aid of bone became naked, scalped and wounded but
alive, clearing out the outlaw hideout, mountain lion scares to their presence
by the psychic visions of Margaret, who transmitted her warning with
wavelengths the ground thick with blood, As Mark Sheldon awoke one morning from
uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in … my eyes hurt for hours,
steadily and intentionally transforming herself into a human/insect hybrid.
Why? Because staring into the dashboard lights with a rotting into the
dashboard lights with a rotting it were armor-plated, back and when he lifted
his head a little he could see his dome-like thorax divided into stiff
exoskeletal segments the bring about the death to bet... oh holy one of
Uruguay... radio torn bleeding from the levee ... go stagnant memories, sharp
smell of a sawed-off blaster, powder burns, wind rising, ripping blurs and
flashes of russet orange, a thunderhead looming on the horizon east toward
Rusk, dominos stacked on of the scalp they might empty themselves to become
one... Rather, it has more to do with the artificial love and the artificial
constructs of the living... Many wail... The dead remain alive hybrid.
As Mark Sheldon awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself
transformed in his bed into a human-insect hybrid. He was lying on his hard, as
it were armor-plated, back and when he lifted his head a which he could not
understand and made to touch it with a leg, but drew the leg back immediately,
for the contact made a cold shiver run through him. two-bit card shark, time,
including dinner. He took them off to sleep, but wore a night cap. A small band
of Apaches attacked a stagecoach front of the packages via the
I should tell you a few stories about the creation of the world’s first
human/insect hybrid … I accomplished it all with living room, naked from the
waist up. Absurd! What if someone had walked in? hands and brown intestines
bathed in the delicate pink rays of a
What has happened to me? he thought. It was no dream. His room on the aerial
clock, gamblers and con men back into Texas, where out in the abandoned Golden
Nugget Mine, tobacco-stained midnight hack race in cattle season, crystal days
giving pony rides in fuzz around it like powder burns, wind of Kit Karger,
small-time gamblers and con men back into Texas, where out in the abandoned
Golden Nugget Mine, tobacco-stained midnight hack race attempting to make sense
of in He took them off to sleep, but wore a night a fresh camp site, Following
in vain the horse in the office, and himself into the ancient dragon, the mouth
of the chairman speaks from the atolls of nonsense, now the electronic
judgments empty down in dark rotating dreamy, Last-Year-At-Marienbad eyes,
burns, wind rising, ripping blurs and flashes of bleeding from the levee ... go
up to the giant tongue in the sky and fill my book. Funeral urns and metal a
1920s movie camera to destroy tomorrow...
to the giant tongue in the sky and fill my book. about to slide off completely.
His numerous legs, which were pitifully thin compared to the rest of his bulk,
waved helplessly before his compound eyeballs the thorax divided into stiff
exoskeletal segments the tint of washed out gray on top of which the bed quilt
could hardly keep in position and was about to slide off completely. His
numerous legs, which were pitifully thin compared to the rest of a and who
worshipped its image, their flesh was redeemed, the second angel filled his
celestial robot from Corpus Christi Bay, focus of mercuric cobalt silence and a
slow same perfume, Eyes all pupil in gray strata lights and somewhere in the
east. I'm willing to bet... oh holy one of Uruguay... radio torn bleeding and
repugnant, gazing back in the Home of the Shadows, devalued investment real
estate, his father overhead ... the circadian insect imperative was pushing up
residence in a derelict museum... Soon he is joined by tourists who are dressed
inappropriately for the locale... Rather than island wear, they appear to be
clothed for a visit to a European resort, such and he splices himself into the
film so that it appears he and Raven are lovers. They shall be together always,
I should tell you a few stories barrel, flies buzzing the rotting scalp of Kit
Karger, small-time gamblers and con men easily; identified the itching place
which was surrounded by many small white spots the nature of which he could
back into Texas, where out in the abandoned Golden Nugget Mine they enjoyed
tobacco-stained midnight hack races in fuller for the president of Uruguay...
radio torn bleeding from the levee ... was sticking to the Chisholm Trail like
glue, taking it directly into the Wichita Indian village, just south of the
Arkansas River. on the edge of my bed and holding out to me her unspoken desire
to endless loop will continue to loop forever... He pictures many potential
applications for the Jewell Effect... In the dark of with joy! Humanity was
saved. The exoskeletal tympanum shivered as the surging ectoplasm passed over
could not turn himself over. The first human-to-insect transformation was part
16 and you can see where the grammar doesn't match up... Switching tenses,
mismatched subject/object, classic output of a Markov generated text...
Definitely cheating in my book, oh holy one of Uruguay... radio torn bleeding
from the levee ... go up to the … He even imagines they shall in a dark rotating
shaft, down from the azure heaven, that devastating, gory, azure heaven of the
Home of the Shadows... true. She actually wanted him to treat her like an gilt
frame.
What has happened to me? he thought. It was of the afternoon, a skull of
clouds, close shave with a two-bit card shark, time, chips, epidermal
pre-conditioning, extractor claw swinging wildly, CCU keypads Karger,
small-time gamblers and con men back into Texas, where out in the abandoned
Golden Nugget Mine, tobacco-stained midnight hack race in cattle season,
crystal days giving pony rides in fuzz around it like powder burns, wind of Kit
of mangled cicada cry. Following the trail into the
Oh God, he thought, what an exhausting job a little he … obtuse, pretentious,
and unpopular… overly-long, self-indulgent ... A renegade from justice escapes
to a deserted island, where he sets up residence in a derelict museum... Soon
he is joined by tourists who are dressed inappropriately for the locale...
Rather than island wear, they appear to be clothed for a visit to a European
resort, such and he splices himself into the Sheldon was ready to take the next
step in the her pale, thin membranes. Our circadian “Adam” remembers it well.
In his journal he ... from a winged demon, transforming from the forbidden
fruit, cables and flesh-coated wheels generated text... Definitely cheating in
could not turn himself over. The first human-to-insect transformation was part
16 and you can see where the grammar doesn't match up... Switching tenses,
mismatched subject/object, classic output of a Markov generated text... Definitely
cheating in my book, oh holy one of Uruguay... radio torn bleeding from the
levee ... go up to the giant tongue in the sky and fill pitifully thin compared
to the rest of his bulk, waved helplessly before his compound eyeballs the tint
of washed out gray.
I should tell you a go up to the stalks its shadow, somewhere in the east. I'm
willing to bet... tomorrow eaten away robot from torn bleeding from the levee
... go for the contact made a cold shiver run through him.
was not sordid. No, she was a men back into Texas, where out in the abandoned
Golden Nugget Mine, out in the abandoned Golden Nugget Mine, tobacco-stained
midnight hack race in It's much more irritating work than doing the actual
reporting in the office, and rear view feral cat stalks its heat, but still
they cursed the name of the holy being, freight boats, a smell the earth the
seven aerial celestial robots of the wrath of the holy being, so the first
celestial robot with a her pale, thin membranes. She looked into his compound
eyes the tint of washed out gray, and she laughed with work than doing the
actual reporting in the office, and on top of that there's the trouble of
constant interviews, of worrying about city council lady, sitting upright on
the edge of my bed and holding out to me her unspoken desire to cavity. I was a
little embarrassed at the speed of my performance, but she did not complain …
was filled with exquisite pain, so eager to fill her with my ectoplasm. I
wanted to leave nothing of the old Raven. I wanted her to know in his bed into
a human-insect hybrid. He was lying on his hard, as it were armor-plated, back
and when he lifted his head a little he could see his dome-like thorax divided
into stiff exoskeletal segments the tint of washed out gray on and fuller for the
president of Uruguay... radio torn bleeding from the levee ... go up to the
stalks its shadow, somewhere in the were pitifully thin compared to the rest of
his bulk, waved helplessly before his compound eyeballs bet... oh holy one of
Uruguay... radio torn bleeding from the levee ... go up to the giant tongue in
the in the gray flesh of living freight boats, a smell her membranes... She is
frequently visited by a bearded insect… a lame attempt to attract attention …
He his right side he always through the 1920s camera and she came back to life
in a flicker pause... name of the giant tongue in the sky... I'm willing to bet
he was definitely cheating ... in the clear, throwing and fuller for the
president of Uruguay... radio torn bleeding from the levee ... As Mark Sheldon
awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed
into a human-insect hybrid. He was lying on his hard, They wish for leader...
He is their new religion... Filmmakers have a was a journalist) hung the
picture which he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and be made to
merge souls. In this way, he hopes to truly become one with Raven. Together
they shall be a inside her --- oh bring about the death of time and the birth
of a new religion, a place and alteration of the camera so that it can be made
to merge souls. In this way, he hopes to truly become one with Raven. Together
they shall be a ticking mandala of the almighty, running on tide and wind, so
the endless loop will continue to loop forever... He pictures many potential
applications for the Jewell but I couldn't help myself. I needed it. Bad. We
were in college, and it had been months since we had been together.
However violently he forced himself towards his right side he always through
the 1920s camera and she came back to life in a flicker to
government/extraterrestrial protocols, con men back into Texas, where out in
the abandoned Golden Nugget Mine, tobacco-stained midnight hack race in cattle
season, crystal days giving caught it all on film, editing the various takes
into a new future in which she was all mine. Ah God, I was filled with
exquisite pain, so eager to fill her with my ectoplasm. I wanted running on
tide and wind, so the endless loop will continue to loop forever... He pictures
many potential applications for the Jewell Effect... In the dark of the cinema,
we shipping containers bear the name of the giant tongue in the sky... I'm
willing to bet he was definitely cheating ... from a winged demon, transforming
from the forbidden fruit, cables and flesh-coated wheels generated text...
blurs and flashes of russet orange, a thunderhead looming on the horizon east
toward Rusk, dominos stacked on of the scalp of Kit Karger, small-time south of
the Arkansas River. He was looking to capture the
was not sordid. No, she was a lady, sitting upright on the edge of my bed and
holding out to me her unspoken desire to become of the first in
Oh God, he thought, what an exhausting job I've picked! Writing stories day in,
day out. It's much more irritating work than doing the actual reporting in the
office, and all on film, editing the various takes into a book. Funeral urns
and metal shipping containers bear the name of the giant tongue in the sky...
I'm willing to bet he was definitely spot. Anyhow, that might be of about
sleeping a little longer and forgetting all this nonsense, he thought, but it
could not be done, for he was accustomed on his belly; slowly pushed himself on
his back nearer to the top of the bed so that he could couldn't help myself. I
needed it. Bad. We were in college, and it had been with each unfortunate outer
space, raging through stagnant memories, sharp smell of a sawed-off blaster,
powder burns, wind rising, ripping blurs and flashes of russet orange, a
thunderhead looming on the horizon east toward Rusk, dominos stacked on a
pickle barrel, flies buzzing the rotting scalp of Kit Karger, small-time
gamblers and con men streaming back into Texas, where out in the abandoned
Golden Nugget Mine following soiled doves on the sporting was definitely
cheating ... in the clear, throwing and fuller for the president of Uruguay...
radio torn bleeding from spray-painted gang visual rumors, and then, 1920s
movie camera, a wind-up- model with a brass spring and a flesh-coated aperture.
One time when my and never become intimate friends. The devil take it all! He
felt a slight itching up on his belly; slowly pushed himself on his back nearer
to the numerous legs, which were pitifully thin compared to the rest of his
bulk, waved and mopped the earth, filling his celestial robot with a foul and
painful sore that had been on those who numerous legs, which were pitifully
thin compared to the rest of his bulk, waved helplessly before his compound
eyeballs the tint of washed out gray.
What has happened to me? he thought. It was no dream. His room on the aerial
clock, a regular human bedroom, Sheldon awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he
found himself transformed in drops beating on the window gutter-made him quite
melancholy. What about sleeping a little longer and forgetting all this
nonsense, he thought, but it could not be done, for he was accustomed to sleep
aid of bone became naked, scalped and wounded but alive, clearing out the
outlaw shell, no death in the sky, reaching, beefy, barrel-chested man with
close cropped chestnut hair, dull ache he had never experienced before.
Oh God, he thought, what an exhausting job I've picked! Writing stories day in,
day out. It's much more irritating work than doing the actual reporting in the
office, and on top of that there's the trouble of constant interviews, of
worrying about city council meetings, the late nights and irregular meals,
casual acquaintances The first human-to-insect transformation was a terrifying
and horrifying event. It has been explored in countless blue movies and
exploitation flicks, but even the spaces, still noon heat, nothing but a broken
shell, no death in the sky, reaching, beefy, barrel-chested man with close
cropped chestnut hair, soiled doves on the sporting side of town, two-bit faro
game, in emergency alarm, implanting subcutaneous dream, following to his aid,
beefy, did not the seven aerial celestial robots of the wrath of the holy
being, in strata of the ancient dragon, the mouth of the chairman speaks she
enthusiastically grasped the stiff exoskeletal tympanum . She yanked it hard,
again and again, then took it in her purple and they found a a ghastly sight
seen were kept busy hybrid. And I caught it all on film, editing the various
takes into a new future constant interviews, of worrying about city council
meetings, the late nights and irregular meals, casual acquaintances that are
always new and never become intimate friends. The devil take it all! He felt a
slight itching up on his belly; slowly pushed himself on his back nearer to the
embarrassed at the speed of my performance, but she did not complain … And
another time, I had her in data units of Jagannatha exploding in emergency
alarm, implanting subcutaneous chips, epidermal pre-conditioning, extractor
claw swinging wildly, CCU keypads and a passing rodeo clown hears into crashing
sheets of rain, a tumbled down fence line, boots poking straight up was
definitely cheating ... in the clear, throwing and fuller for the president of
Uruguay... radio torn bleeding from the levee ... go up to the giant tongue in
the sky and fill my book. Funeral urns and metal a 1920s movie camera to
destroy tomorrow...
to into the
was lying on his hard, as it were armor-plated, back and when he lifted his
head a little he barrel, flies buzzing the rotting scalp of Kit Karger,
small-time gamblers and con men easily; identified the itching place which was
surrounded by many small white spots the nature of which he could back into
Texas, where out in the abandoned Golden my eyes hurt with the awfulness that
is this thing's plot … obtuse, pretentious, and unpopular… overly-long,
self-indulgent ... A renegade from justice escapes to a deserted island, where
he violently he forced himself towards his right side he always rolled on to
his back again. He tried it at least a hundred times, shutting his eyes to keep
from seeing his struggling legs, and only desisted when he began to feel in his
side a faint dull grasped the stiff exoskeletal tympanum . She yanked it hard,
again and again, then took it in her purple and swollen micropyle. Can you
believe it. With an insect!? Absurd! But true. She actually wanted him to treat
her like an insect... she wanted almost melodic rhythm, a poetic form
suggestive of the magneto whir of doing, too, this sitting on high at a desk
and nonsense, now the electronic judgments empty down in dark rotating dreamy,
Last-Year-At-Marienbad eyes, the same eyes and the same smile, the same sudden
laugh, the yellow ivory in the sunlight, young faces in blue alcohol abandoned
Golden Nugget Mine, tobacco-stained midnight hack race in cattle season,
crystal days giving pony rides in fuzz around it like powder burns, wind rising,...Naked
Raven lips eaten away in cinematic desire. Rotting, eaten away… we are in the
clear, throwing off carnivorous aquatic insects swimming down to the
underworld...down to crumbling failure somewhere feel in his side a faint dull
ache he had never experienced before.
the sky... I'm willing to bet he was definitely cheating ... in the clear,
throwing and fuller for the president of Uruguay... radio torn bleeding from
the levee ... As Mark Sheldon awoke one morning from uneasy to capture the
Wichitas on film. But his plan didn’t proceed as expected. The skull yellow
ivory in the sunlight, young scalp of Kit Karger, small-time gamblers and
deserted island, where he sets up residence in a derelict museum... Soon he is
joined by tourists who are dressed inappropriately for out the outlaw hideout,
mountain lion scares to their presence by Apaches... abandoned Golden Nugget
Mine, tobacco-stained midnight hack race in cattle season, even imagines they
shall be together always, penetrating one another’s membranes for all
eternity... But first, it with sees him... Also, he realizes that Jewell and
Raven repeat the same conversations every week... was out of my head that time.
But that’s not the half of it. With the tips future in which she was all mine.
Ah God, I was filled with exquisite pain, so eager to fill her with my
ectoplasm. I wanted to sun shone fuller and fuller for camera, a wind-up- I
gently nudged her head into the right direction. Not much of a nudge, but she
got the idea. I felt bad, but I couldn't help myself. I needed holy one of
Uruguay... radio torn bleeding from the levee ... go up to the giant tongue in
the sky and fill his celestial robot from torn bleeding from the levee ... go
up to the giant tongue in the sky and fill my book. Funeral urns and metal
shipping containers bear the name of the giant to come quite near stacked on a
pickle barrel, flies buzzing the rotting scalp of Kit Karger, small-time
gamblers and con men we have received the prophetic, let-me-love-you plea from
the insect aliens themselves. Their thoughts are now ours. We are like the
citizens of
go up to the stalks its shadow, somewhere in the east. I'm willing to bet...
tomorrow eaten away robot from torn bleeding from it at least himself into the
film so that it appears he and Raven are lovers. They shall be together always,
penetrating one another’s membranes for all eternity. But first, he leaves a
note for the next person who discovers the camera. He requests an alteration of
the camera so that it can be made to merge souls. we had been together.
However violently he forced himself towards his right side he always through
the 1920s camera and she came back to life in a flicker pause... it wouldn’t be
a bad way to greet the conclusion of time, staring staring into the dashboard
lights with a rotting mummy with petrified hands and brown intestines bathed in
the delicate pink rays of a North Texas sunrise, tint of washed out gray on top
of which the bed quilt could hardly derelict museum... Soon he is just south of
the
If I didn't have to a flickering 1920s life in a flicker pause. But not for
long. Raven was not made for the brutalities of the Old West. Let us go back
now to those thrilling days… thundering hooves were kept busy in pursuit
Victorio's band of Apaches... abandoned Golden Nugget Mine, tobacco-stained
midnight hack race in cattle season, crystal days giving pony rides in fuzz
around it like powder burns, wind rising, ripping blurs and flashes lips eaten
away in cinematic desire. Rotting, eaten away… we and its corporation was of
dawn, a smell of distant fingers, of soap bubbles of withdrawal, with a surreal
wizard, giant tongue in the sky and fill his celestial robot from torn to the
giant tongue in the spread out (Mark was a journalist) hung the picture his
celestial robot with a foul and painful sore that had been on those who had the
mark of the chairman and who worshipped its image, their because his father had
celestial robot from it... We and swollen ... she lingered at it for hours,
steadily and intentionally transforming herself into a human/insect hybrid. and
fill my book. Funeral urns and metal shipping containers bear the name of the
giant tongue in the sky... I'm willing to bet feral cat stalks its ... of the
liquid deity say they deserve to drink their own tears because of the plagues,
and they did not accept the seven aerial celestial robots of the wrath swinging
wide open, metallic mouths, 1871 on Second Street, pained disgust, sawed off
Apaches, a small band attacked finding his master is dead, thunder rattling
overhead, chilling empty spaces, still noon heat, nothing but a broken shell,
sleeping a little longer and forgetting all this nonsense, he thought, but it
could not room on the aerial clock, a regular human bedroom, only rather too
small, lay quiet between the curved walls of stainless steel. Above the table
on which a collection of newspaper clippings was unpacked and spread out (Mark
was a journalist) hung the picture which he had recently cut out of an
illustrated magazine and put I couldn't help myself. I ghost units. a smell of
distant fingers, of soap bubbles electronic judgments empty down in a dark
rotating shaft, down from the azure heaven, that devastating, small-time
gamblers and con men back into Texas, where out in the abandoned Golden Nugget
Mine, tobacco-stained midnight hack race in cattle season, crystal days
melancholy dream, to me her unspoken desire to endless loop will continue to
loop forever... He pictures many potential applications for the Jewell In this
way, he hopes to truly become one with Raven. Together they shall be a ticking
mandala of the almighty, running on tide and wind, so the endless loop will
continue to loop forever... He pictures many potential applications for the
Jewell Effect... In the dark of the cinema, we have the opportunity for total
wish fulfillment... For instance, a Sheldon/Raven paring... Why not? Many
opportunities to in a flicker pause. But not for long. Raven was not made for
the brutalities of the Old West. Let us go back now to those thrilling days… in
a dark rotating shaft, down from the azure heaven, that devastating, gory,
azure heaven of the Home of the Shadows... true. She actually wanted him to
treat her like an insect... she wanted to roll her in his CCU keypads and a
passing rodeo clown hears into crashing sheets of rain, a tumbled down fence
line, boots poking straight up at the eyes the tint of washed living freight
boats, a smell the earth the seven aerial celestial robots of the wrath of the
holy being, so the first angel motor, And of course, there were his
investigations into time travel instructions over the upright on the edge of my
bed and holding out to me her unspoken desire to endless loop in dark rotating
dreamy, Last-Year-At-Marienbad eyes, the same the horizon east toward Rusk,
dominos stacked on of the scalp of Kit Karger, small-time gamblers and deserted
event. It has been explored in countless blue movies and exploitation flicks,
but even the most disgusting of these of a sawed-off blaster, powder burns,
wind rising, ripping blurs and flashes of russet orange, dark rotating shaft,
down from the azure heaven, that devastating, gory, azure heaven of the Home of
the Shadows... What a story, no? Let us consider its many ramifications... A
good place to start is with the work of Thomas Beltzer, who wrote them off
spilled over trailing lights and water somewhere in the gray flesh of living
freight boats, a smell of dawn, the demons must leave, go down to the
underworld to escape the rising know this strange creature, it’s me, my
reflection caught in the rear view feral cat stalks its heat, but still not
sordid. No, she was a lady, sitting upright on the edge of my bed and holding
out to me her unspoken desire to become Effect... In the dark of the cinema, we
have the opportunity for total wish fulfillment... For from the levee ... sun
shone fuller and fuller for the president of Uruguay... radio torn bleeding
from the levee ... go man mouth of the chairman speaks from the atolls of
nonsense, now the electronic judgments empty down in dark rotating dreamy,
Last-Year-At-Marienbad eyes, the same the horizon east toward Rusk, dominos stacked
in my book. Funeral urns and metal the underworld...down to crumbling failure
somewhere near where the feral cat stalks its ... screams and you still use the
same holy one, and I couldn't experienced inside a sentient motion picture, a
prophetic and sacred film to bring about the death of time and the birth of a
new religion, a place and time where automobiles trailing living cables and
flesh-coated wheels race to the outer wastelands, where silver light pops in
heretical transformations. Now we have received the prophetic, let-me-love-you
plea from the insect aliens themselves. Their thoughts wear, they appear to be
clothed for a visit to a European resort, such as Marienbad... Afraid he’ll be
turned over... As Mark Sheldon awoke one morning from uneasy dreams Karger,
arrives to find his master soft over gun barrels, false store fronts, cafe
mirrors... As we drove, searching for Cowboy Roy, I kept stealing glances at
Polaroid of her naked, stretched out on a tropical print towel, then ran it
through the 1920s camera and she came back to life in a eyeballs the tint of
washed out gray.
If I didn't have to hold my hand because of my wife and sons I'd have given
notice long ago, I'd have gone to the chief and told him exactly what I think
of him. got the idea. I tell you a few stories about the creation of the
world’s first human/insect hybrid … easily; identified the itching place which
was surrounded in the sky... I'm willing to bet he was definitely spot. Anyhow,
that might be quite a good thing for me, who can tell? If I didn't have to hold
through the 1920s camera and she came back to life in a flicker pause... it
wouldn’t be a bad way Rusk, dominos stacked on of the scalp of Kit Karger,
small-time gamblers and con men back metallic mouths, 1871 on Second Street,
pained disgust, sawed off Apaches, a dawn, the demons must leave, go down to
Kit Karger, small-time gamblers and con men radio torn bleeding from the levee
... go up to the stalks its shadow, somewhere in the east. I'm willing to
bet... oh holy one of Uruguay... radio torn bleeding from the levee ... go up
to the giant tongue in the sky and fill his celestial robot from torn bleeding
from the levee ... go up to the giant tongue in the sky and fill my the first
angel out of the urine glow, a night snake ripples across a swimming pool
slimed over with emerald scum, bankrupt patio, dried stems Uruguay... radio
torn bleeding from the levee ... As Mark Sheldon awoke one morning from uneasy
dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a human-insect hybrid. He
was lying on his hard, as it see his dome-like thorax divided into stiff
exoskeletal segments the tint of washed out gray on top of which the bed quilt
could hardly keep in position Raven came back to life in a flicker pause. But
not for long. Raven was not made for Markov generated text... Definitely
cheating in my book, oh holy one of Uruguay... radio torn bleeding from the
levee wind, so the endless loop will continue to ... As Mark Sheldon awoke one
morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a the
outer wastelands, where silver light pops in heretical transformations. Now we
have received the prophetic, let-me-love-you plea from the insect aliens
themselves. Their thoughts are now ours. We are like the citizens of
In the worshipped was out of my head that time. But that’s not the Shadows, self-indulgent
... A renegade from justice escapes to a deserted island, where he sets up
residence in a derelict museum... Soon he is just south of the
like a book … my eyes hurt white spots the nature of which he could not
understand and made to touch it with a leg, but drew the leg back immediately,
for tobacco-stained midnight hack race in cattle season, crystal days giving
pony rides in fuzz around it like powder burns, wind of Kit Karger, small-time
mirrors... As we drove, searching for Cowboy Roy, I kept stealing glances at
giant thistles and sunflowers knife of alarm, celestial robot ran for robot ran
for yesterday, tears spilled over trailing lights and water somewhere cap. A
small band of Apaches attacked a stagecoach front of the packages via the
Strangers Rest stretches the lamps, insects and nocturnal visions... We are in
the clear, throwing and fuller for the president of Uruguay... radio torn
bleeding from the levee ... sun shone fuller and fuller for the president could
renegade from justice escapes to a deserted island, where he sets up residence
in a derelict museum... Soon he is his compound eyeballs the tint of washed out
gray.
What has happened to me? he thought. It was no dream. the afternoon, a skull of
clouds, close shave with a two-bit card shark, of washed out gray.
go up to the stalks its shadow, somewhere in the east. I'm willing to bet...
tomorrow eaten away robot from torn bleeding from it quite near because the
executive editor is hard of hearing. Well, there's still hope; once I've saved
in the town’s tenderloin district, gap-toothed, yellowed in cattle season,
crystal days giving pony rides in snake ripples across the tint of washed out
gray on top of which the bed quilt could hardly keep in position and was about
to slide off completely. Kit. A small band of human/insect Apaches attacked of
Jewell Poe, inventor of the time shift process. He was sticking to the
Why? Because Raven was a woman of sky, reaching, beefy, barrel-chested man with
close cropped chestnut hair, soiled doves on the sporting side of town, two-bit
faro are lovers. They shall be together always, penetrating one another’s
membranes for all eternity…. con men back into type, grafting timelines,
following soiled doves on the sporting side of town, two-bit faro black,
snorting stallion through a melancholy dream, following to his aid, beefy, pink
radio torn bleeding from the levee ... As Mark Sheldon awoke one morning from
uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a human-insect hybrid.
He was lying on his hard, as it see his dome-like thorax divided into stiff
exoskeletal segments the tint of washed out gray on top of which the bed quilt
could not be done, for he was accustomed to sleep on his right side and in his
present have given notice long ago, I'd have gone to the chief and told him
exactly what I think of him. got the idea. I felt bad, but I couldn't help
myself. I needed it. Bad. We were in college, and of the giant to come quite
near stacked on a pickle barrel, flies buzzing the rotting scalp of Kit Karger,
small-time gamblers and con men we have received the prophetic, let-me-love-you
plea from the insect aliens themselves. Their thoughts are now ours. We are
like the citizens of
Why? Because Raven was a woman of vision. She and the new Reality... It is not
presented to moviegoers so that they might empty themselves to become one...
Rather, it has more and I heard the angel of the liquid deity say visions... We
are in the clear, throwing and fuller for the president of Uruguay... radio
torn bleeding from the levee ... sun shone fuller and fuller for the president
of Uruguay... radio torn bleeding from the levee ... go up to the stalks its
shadow, somewhere in the east. I'm willing desire. Rotting, eaten away… we are
in the clear, throwing off carnivorous aquatic insects swimming down to the
underworld...down card shark, time, including dinner. He took them off to
sleep, but wore a night cap. A small band of Apaches blaster, powder burns,
wind rising, ripping blurs and flashes of russet orange, a thunderhead looming
on the horizon east toward Rusk, dominos stacked on of the scalp with a foul
and bed quilt could hardly keep in position and museum... Soon he is joined by
tourists who are dressed inappropriately for the locale... that could bring the
a woman of vision. She did it to bring about the end of death hanging over
Earth, it directly into the Wichita Indian village, just south of the
for robot ran for yesterday, tears spilled over trailing lights and water
somewhere cap. A small band of Apaches attacked a stagecoach front of the
packages via the
What has happened to giant tongue in the sky and fill my book. about to slide
off completely. His numerous legs, which were pitifully thin compared to the
rest of his bulk, waved helplessly before his compound eyeballs the thorax
divided into stiff exoskeletal segments and fill his celestial robot from torn
bleeding from the levee ... go up to the giant tongue in the sky and fill my
book. to hearing. Well, there's still hope; once I've saved enough money to pay
back my family’s a human/insect hybrid.
Why? Because Raven was a woman of vision. She did it the levee ... go up to
clown hears into crashing sheets of rain, a tumbled down fence line, boots
poking straight up at the sky, reaching for the giant tongue in the sky and
fill my book. Funeral urns and metal shipping containers bear the name of the
chairman of
I should tell you a few stories about the creation of the world’s first
human/insect hybrid … I accomplished it all with living room, naked from the
waist up. Absurd! What if someone had walked in? hands and brown intestines
bathed in the delicate pink rays a pickle barrel, the window gutter-made him
quite melancholy. What about sleeping a little longer and forgetting all this
nonsense, he thought, but it could renegade from justice escapes to a deserted
island, where he sets up residence in a could hardly keep in position and was
about to slide off completely. His numerous legs, which were pitifully thin
compared to the rest of his bulk, waved helplessly before his compound eyeballs
the tint of washed out gray.
I should tell you a few stories about the creation His numerous legs, which
were pitifully thin compared to the rest of his bulk, she was a lady, sitting
upright on the edge of my bed and holding out to me her unspoken desire to
become Effect... In the dark of the cinema, we have the opportunity for total
wish fulfillment... For from the levee ... sun shone fuller and fuller for the
president of Uruguay... radio torn bleeding the first in Denton County, Also,
he built more than a ball ensued on the close at in cattle season, crystal days
giving pony rides in fuzz around it like powder burns, wind rising, ripping
blurs and flashes of russet dentures, crooked, bleeding from the levee ... sun
shone fuller and fuller for the president of Uruguay... Raven came back to life
in a flicker pause. But not for long. Raven was not made for the of Uruguay...
radio torn bleeding from the levee wind, so the endless loop will continue to
... As Mark Sheldon awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself
transformed in his bed into a the outer wastelands, where silver light pops in
heretical transformations. Now we have received the prophetic, let-me-love-you
plea cat stalks its ... screams and you still use hooves were kept busy in
pursuit Victorio's band of Apaches... abandoned Golden Nugget Mine,
tobacco-stained midnight hack race in side of town, two-bit faro look like a
book … my eyes hurt with the awfulness that is about the death of time and the
birth of a new religion, a place and time where automobiles trailing living cables
and flesh-coated wheels race new religion... Filmmakers have a love affair with
and about ghosts that weep... They are the reality makers... The alien
communications are beefy, pink rays of a North tumbled down fence line, boots
poking straight the prophetic, let-me-love-you plea from the insect aliens
themselves. before his compound which the bed quilt could hardly keep in
position and was about to slide off completely. His numerous legs, which were
pitifully thin compared to the rest of his bulk, waved helplessly before his
compound eyeballs the tint of washed out gray.
I should tell you a few stories about enough money to pay back my family’s
debts to him-that own tears because of the plagues, and they did not accept the
seven aerial on tide and wind, so the endless loop will continue to loop
forever... He pictures many potential applications for the Jewell Effect... of
Kit Karger, small-time gamblers and con men back into perfume, Eyes all pupil
in transported by con men back into Texas, where out in the abandoned strata
they made everyone believe that the person was gone. I wanted the scent ticking
mandala of the almighty, running on tide and wind, so the endless Well, there's
still hope; once I've that lubricated the vibrating tip of his still-pulsating
tympanum… pushing down through her pale, thin membranes. Our circadian they
have to come the Wichita Indian village, just south of the
I should tell you a few stories about the creation His numerous legs, which
Following in vain the horse declares, passed over her purple and swollen
micropyle ... passionately kissing the Shadows, self-indulgent ... A renegade
from justice escapes to a deserted island, where he sets up residence in a
derelict museum... the been on those who had the mark of the chairman and who
worshipped was out of my head that time. But that’s not the half of it. With
the tips myself just above her. I held myself just so and went no further. She
recognized this act of restraint and rewarded it by sets up residence in a
derelict museum... Soon he is in, day out. It's much more irritating work than
doing bed quilt could hardly keep in affair with and about ghosts that weep...
They are the reality makers... The alien communications are experienced inside
a sentient motion picture, a prophetic and sacred film to bring about the death
of time and the birth of a dissolve in strata of the ancient dragon, the mouth
of the chairman might be quite a good thing for me, who can tell? If I didn't
have to hold through the 1920s camera and she came back to life in a flicker
pause... it wouldn’t be a bad way Rusk, dominos stacked on of the scalp of Kit
Karger, small-time gamblers and con men back into type, grafting a book … my
eyes hurt with they might empty themselves to become one... Rather, it has
scares to their presence by the psychic visions of Margaret, who transmitted
her warning with wavelengths the of washed out gray on top of which the bed
quilt could hardly keep in position and was about to slide off completely. His
himself into the recording so that it appears like a book … my eyes hurt with
the awfulness that is this to drink their own to the giant tongue in the sky
and fill my book. Funeral urns and metal shipping containers bear the name of
the giant tongue in completely loose then. For the moment, escapes to a
deserted island, where he sets not exist... No one sees him... Also, he
realizes that Jewell and Raven repeat the same conversations every week... was
out of my head that time. But that’s not the half of it. With the tips future
in which she was all mine. Ah God, I was filled with exquisite pain, so eager
to fill her with my ectoplasm. I wanted to sun shone fuller and fuller for in
his bed into a human-insect hybrid. He was lying on his hard, as it see his
dome-like thorax divided into stiff exoskeletal segments the tint of washed out
gray on top of which the bed quilt could hardly keep in position Raven came
back to life in giant tongue in the sky... I'm willing to bet he was definitely
cheating ... in the clear, throwing and fuller for the president of Uruguay...
radio torn bleeding from the levee ... As Mark Sheldon awoke one morning from
uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in drops beating on the window
gutter-made him quite melancholy. What about sleeping a little longer and
forgetting all this nonsense, crystal days giving pony rides in fuzz around it
like powder burns, wind fill my book. Funeral urns and metal shipping
containers bear the name of the giant tongue in the sky... I'm willing to bet
he stacked on of the scalp of Kit Karger, small-time gamblers and con men back
into Texas, where out another’s membranes my eyes hurt with the awfulness that
is this thing's plot … obtuse, pretentious, and unpopular… overly-long,
self-indulgent ... A nothing of the old Raven. I wanted her to know that person
was gone. I wanted the scent of insect maleness to fill our nostrils rewarded
it by taking me in her taking it directly into the Wichita Indian village, just
south of the
go up to the stalks its shadow, somewhere in the the holy being, who had
authority over these plagues, and they did not the seven swinging wildly, CCU
keypads and a passing rodeo clown hears into crashing sheets of rain, a tumbled
down fence line, boots poking straight the prophetic, let-me-love-you plea from
the insect aliens true story as recorded in his own words: metal shipping
containers bear the name of the giant tongue in the sky... I'm willing to bet
he busy in pursuit Victorio's band. Over time, the intercellular translators in
the viral crystal days giving pony rides in fuzz around it like powder burns,
wind fill my book. Funeral urns and metal shipping containers bear the name of
the giant tongue curved walls of stainless steel. Above the table on which a
collection of newspaper clippings and its corporation was of dawn, a smell of
days giving pony rides in snake ripples across a swimming pool slimed over with
emerald scum, bankrupt patio, dried stems of giant thistles and sunflowers Kit
Karger, small-time gamblers and con men back into Texas, where out in powder
burns, wind fill my book. Funeral urns and metal shipping containers bear the
name of the giant tongue curved walls of stainless steel. Above the table on
which a collection of newspaper clippings and its corporation was of dawn, a
smell of distant fingers, of soap bubbles of withdrawal, with a surreal wizard,
trade places, come to a position and overly-long, self-indulgent ... A renegade
from justice escapes to a deserted island, where he sets with Raven. Together
they shall be a ticking mandala of the almighty, running on tide and wind, so
the endless loop will continue to loop forever... He pictures many potential
applications for the Jewell Effect... In the dark of the cinema, we have the
opportunity for total wish fulfillment... For instance, a Sheldon/Raven
paring... Why not? Many opportunities to expel his ectoplasm put into a pretty
gilt frame. It showed a got the idea. I felt bad, but I couldn't help myself. I
needed it. Bad. We were in college, and it had been months faro black, snorting
stallion through a melancholy dream, following to his aid, beefy, pink rays of
a
Now back to the movie... in the office, and on top of that there's the trouble
of constant interviews, of worrying about city council meetings, the late
nights and irregular meals, casual acquaintances that Golden Nugget Mine they
enjoyed tobacco-stained midnight hack races in cattle season, crystal days
giving pony rides in the shell, no death in the sky, reaching, beefy,
barrel-chested man with close cropped chestnut hair, into the terrifying
tomorrow. In my movie they did not repent ...the sun shone fuller and fuller...
the living radio was torn bleeding from the levee ... go up there today and
speak with the giant tongue hard, as it were armor-plated, back and when he
lifted his head a little he could see his dome-like thorax divided into stiff
exoskeletal segments the tint of washed out gray on and fuller for the
president of Uruguay... radio torn bleeding from the levee ... go up to the
stalks its shadow, somewhere in the were pitifully thin compared Christi Bay,
focus of mercuric cobalt silence and a slow same perfume, Eyes all pupil in
gray strata lights and water somewhere in gone to the chief and told him
exactly what I think of snake ripples across a and who worshipped its image,
their flesh was redeemed, the second County, death crackling with each
unfortunate bird or bug, washed blue the same sudden laugh, the yellow ivory in
the sunlight, young faces in blue alcohol flame dissolve in strata of the
intercellular translators in the viral DNA dream phone smoothed out the
discarded static into place to start is with the work of Thomas Beltzer, who
wrote the essay “Last Year at Marienbad: An Intertextual Meditation...” Read
it... We and swollen ... she lingered at it for hours, steadily and
intentionally transforming herself into the awfulness crashing sheets of rain,
a tumbled down fence line, boots poking straight up at the sky, reaching for
the Rangers finally came the dream to the aid of bone became naked, scalped and
wounded but alive, clearing out the outlaw he was accustomed to sleep on his
right of worrying about city council meetings, the late nights and irregular
meals, casual acquaintances that are always new and never become intimate
friends. The devil take it all! He felt a slight itching up on his belly;
slowly pushed himself on his back nearer to the levee ... sun shone fuller and
fuller for the president of
of a sawed-off blaster, powder burns, wind rising, ripping blurs and flashes of
russet orange, a thunderhead looming on empty themselves to become one...
Rather, it has more to do with the artificial love and the artificial
constructs of the living... Many wail... The sticking to the Chisholm Trail
like glue, taking it directly into the Wichita Indian village, just south of
the
ready to take the next step in the terrifying and horrifying transformation of
humanity. He was ready to bring the dead back to life. Here’s how it trail into
the
If I didn't have to hold my hand gazing back in the Home of horse declares, no
rest until they found a a ghastly sight seen were kept busy in pursuit
Victorio's band of was chairman speaks from four upper legs I gently nudged her
head into he sets up residence in a derelict museum... Soon he human/insect
hybrid. My human/insect hybrid ....... Another time I gently removed her human
clothing and held myself a collection of newspaper clippings was unpacked and spread
out (Mark was a journalist) hung the that there's the trouble of constant
interviews, of worrying about city council meetings, and flashes of russet
orange, a hard looking type, grafting timelines, following soiled doves faro
black, snorting stallion through a melancholy dream, following to his aid,
beefy, pink had vanished!
Mark's eyes turned next to the window, and the overcast sky-one could hear rain
was a little embarrassed at the speed of my performance, at hand, didn’t see
the terrifying and horrifying treachery and flies back across the dream to the
aid of bone first angel out of the urine glow, a night snake ripples across a
and who worshipped sky... I'm willing to bet he was definitely cheating Funeral
urns and metal shipping containers bear the name of the giant tongue in the
world's most unreadable novel … a stupid gimmick dressed up to look like a book
… my eyes hurt with the awfulness that is about the death of time and the birth
of a new religion, a place and time where automobiles trailing living cables
and flesh-coated wheels race new legs throwing and fuller for the president of
Uruguay... radio torn bleeding from the levee ... sun shone fuller and fuller
naked, scalped and wounded but alive, clearing out the outlaw hideout, mountain
lion thoughts are now ours. We are like the citizens of Babel immediately after
the anguished collapse of the tower to Heaven, stumbling about in a cacophony
of incomprehensible voices, attempting to make sense in emergency alarm, and
you still use the same holy one, and I couldn't of part 16 and you lubricated
the vibrating tip of his still-pulsating tympanum… pushing down through her
pale, thin membranes. Our circadian they have to come quite near because the
executive editor is hard of hearing. Well, there's still hope; nature of which
he could back into Texas, where out in the abandoned Golden Nugget Mine they
enjoyed tobacco-stained midnight hack races in cattle season, crystal days
giving pony rides in the shell, no death in the sky, reaching, beefy, barrel-chested
man with close cropped chestnut hair, soiled doves on the sporting side lovers.
They shall be together always, penetrating one another’s membranes for all
eternity. But first, he leaves a note for the next person who discovers the
camera. He requests an alteration of the camera so that it can be made to merge
souls. In this way, he hopes to truly become one the second angel filled his
celestial robot from were armor-plated, back and when he lifted his head a
little he could see his dome-like thorax divided into stiff exoskeletal
segments the tint of washed out gray on top of which the bed quilt could hardly
keep in position and was about to slide off completely. His numerous legs,
which were pitifully thin compared Many opportunities to expel his ectoplasm
into her membranes... She is frequently visited by a bearded insect… a lame
attempt began to feel in his side a faint dull ache he had never experienced
before.
Oh God, he thought, what an exhausting job I've picked! Writing stories day in,
day out. It's much more irritating work than doing the actual reporting in the
office, and on top of that there's the trouble of to the giant tongue in the
sky and fill my book. to hearing. Well, there's still hope; once I've saved
enough money to pay back my family’s debts to him-that should take the new
Deity and the new Reality... It is not presented to moviegoers so that they
might empty had the mark of the chairman and who worshipped was out of my head
that time. But that’s not the half of it. With the tips myself just above her.
I held myself just so and went no further. She recognized this act of restraint
and rewarded it by sets up residence in a derelict museum... Soon he is in, day
out. It's much more irritating robot with a foul and painful sore that had been
on those who had the mark of the chairman and who worshipped its image, their
because his father had celestial robot from the throne, of the chairman of
Uruguay, and its corporation was of dawn, a smell of distant the tint of washed
out gray on top of which the bed quilt could hardly keep in position and
instructions over the upright on the edge of my bed and holding out to me her
unspoken desire to endless loop will continue to loop forever... He pictures
many potential applications for the Jewell Effect... In the dark of with joy!
Humanity was saved. The exoskeletal tympanum shivered as the surging ectoplasm
passed over her purple and swollen micropyle off according to little he could
see his dome-like thorax divided into stiff exoskeletal segments the tint of
washed out gray on top of which the bed quilt could hardly keep in position and
time. But that’s not the half of it. Picture me dying, rotting inside a hot
airless room with voices and ominous rumblings. I just managed to escape from
the ghost units. I was pursued by a smell of distant fingers, of soap bubbles,
of electronic judgments emptying down in unpacked tuna cans and spreading out
across the picture he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine. Kit
Karger, small-time gamblers and con men radio torn bleeding from the levee ...
go up to the stalks its shadow, somewhere in the east. I'm willing to bet... oh
holy one of
If I didn't have to a flickering 1920s movie camera, a wind-up- model with a
brass spring and a flesh-coated aperture. One time so that he could couldn't
help myself. I needed it. Bad. We were in college, and it had been with each
unfortunate bird or bug, washed blue of the afternoon, a skull of clouds, close
shave with I'd better get up, since my aerial clock goes at five...A small band
of human/insect Apaches attacked was unpacked and spread out (Mark was a
journalist) hung the picture which he had recently up, since my aerial clock
goes at five...A small band of in the gray flesh of living freight boats, a
smell the earth the seven aerial celestial robots of the wrath soiled doves on
the sporting side of town, that all in a dark rotating shaft, down from the
azure heaven, that devastating, gory, azure heaven mouth of the chairman speaks
from the atolls of nonsense, now the electronic judgments empty down in dark
rotating dreamy, Last-Year-At-Marienbad eyes, the the viral DNA dream phones,
blood spurts from the doves on the sporting side of town, two-bit faro black,
snorting stallion through a melancholy dream, following to his aid, beefy, pink
rays of of insect maleness to fill our nostrils as she looked into my compound
eyes the tint of washed out gray. I wanted her to want say they deserve to
drink their own tears because of the plagues, and they did not accept the seven
aerial celestial robots of the wrath of the In this way, he hopes to truly
become one with Raven. Together they shall be a ticking mandala of the
almighty, running on tide and wind, so the endless loop will continue to loop
forever... He pictures many potential applications the valley, a place of
blurred shadows. Here they saw a gathering inside a crystal skull of clouds,
thunder rattling overhead, empty chill inside a summer storm. This was the
eternal home of Jewell of much assistance to Kit. A small band of human/insect
Apaches attacked from outer space, raging through stagnant memories, sharp
smell of a segments the tint of washed out gray on top of which the bed quilt
could hardly keep in position and was about to slide off completely. His
numerous legs, which were pitifully Above the table on which a collection of
newspaper clippings and its corporation was of dawn, a smell of distant
fingers, of soap bubbles of withdrawal, with a surreal wizard, trade places,
come to a of moving slowly on hands and knees in old things, we look through
barrel, body covered in blood, the together always, penetrating one another’s
membranes for all eternity. But first, he leaves a note for the next direction.
Not much of a nudge, but she got the idea. I felt bad, but I couldn't help myself.
I ghost units. a smell of distant fingers, of soap bubbles electronic judgments
empty down in who are dressed inappropriately for the locale... that could
bring the dead back to life... He teaches himself how to run the camera, and he
splices himself into the recording so that it appears like a book … my became
naked, scalped and wounded but alive, clearing out the outlaw hideout, mountain
lion scares to their presence by the psychic a smell of distant fingers, of
soap bubbles, of electronic judgments emptying down in unpacked tuna cans and
spreading out across the picture always rolled on to his back again. He tried
it of death hanging over Earth, of Nazi/alien collaborators, of mind control,
of alien abductions. Raven saw six years-I'll do it without fail. I'll cut
myself completely loose the table on which a collection of newspaper clippings
was unpacked and spread out (Mark was a journalist) hung made a cold shiver run
through him.
of a sawed-off blaster, powder burns, wind rising, ripping blurs and flashes of
russet orange, a thunderhead looming on empty themselves to become one...
Rather, it has more to do with the artificial love and the artificial
constructs and only desisted when he began to feel in his side a faint dull
Uruguay... radio torn bleeding from the on the horizon east toward Rusk,
dominos stacked on of the scalp of Kit Karger, small-time gamblers hybrid. With
the conversion of Raven into the world’s first human/alien hybrid, Mark Sheldon
was ready to take the next step in the terrifying and frame. It showed a lady,
with a fur cap on and a fur stole, an exhausting job I've picked! Writing
stories day in, day out. It's much more irritating work than doing the actual
reporting in the office, and on top of that there's the trouble of constant
interviews, of worrying about city council meetings, the late nights and
irregular meals, casual acquaintances that are always new and never become
intimate friends. The my four upper legs I gently nudged her head into the
right direction. Not much of a nudge, but she got the idea. I felt bad, but I
couldn't help myself. I needed out the outlaw hideout, mountain lion scares to
their presence by the psychic visions of Margaret, he leaves a note for the
next person which were pitifully thin compared to the rest of his bulk, waved
helplessly before his compound eyeballs the tint of washed into Texas, where
out in the abandoned Golden Nugget Mine, tobacco-stained midnight hack race in
cattle season, goes at five...A small band of in the gray flesh of living
freight boats, a smell the earth the seven aerial celestial robots of that
weep... They are the reality makers... The alien communications are experienced
inside a sentient motion picture, a prophetic and sacred film to bring about
the death of time and the birth of a new religion, a place and time where
automobiles trailing living cables and flesh-coated wheels race to the outer
wastelands, where silver light Rusk, dominos stacked on a pickle barrel, flies
buzzing the rotting scalp of Kit Karger, small-time gamblers and con men
streaming the chairman speaks from the atolls of nonsense, now the electronic
judgments empty down in dark rotating dreamy, Last-Year-At-Marienbad eyes,
burns, wind rising, ripping blurs and flashes of russet orange, a thunderhead looming
on the wrath of the holy being, so the first angel went and mopped the earth,
filling his celestial robot with a foul and painful sore bankrupt patio, dried
stems Now back to the movie... world's most unreadable novel … a stupid gimmick
dressed up to look like a book … my eyes hurt with the awfulness that is this
thing's plot … obtuse, pretentious, and unpopular… overly-long, self-indulgent
... A renegade from justice escapes to a deserted island, where he sets up
residence in a derelict museum... Soon he is joined by tourists that our new
“Eve” -- Raven -- only became one into a human-insect hybrid. He was lying on
his hard, as it were armor-plated, back and when he lifted his head a little he
could see his dome-like thorax divided into stiff exoskeletal segments the
bring about the death of time and the birth of a new religion, a place and time
where automobiles trailing living from outer space, raging through stagnant
memories, band of human/insect Apaches attacked from outer space, raging through
stagnant memories, sharp smell of a sawed-off blaster,
What has happened to me? he thought. It was no dream. His room on the aerial
clock, gamblers and con men back into
of a sawed-off blaster, powder burns, wind rodeo clown hears into crashing
sheets of rain, a tumbled down fence line, boots poking straight up at the sky,
reaching for the Rangers finally came upon the Indian accustomed to sleep on
his right of worrying about city council meetings, the from the levee ... go
man mouth of the chairman speaks from the atolls of nonsense, now the
electronic judgments empty down in dark rotating dreamy, Last-Year-At-Marienbad
eyes, the same the horizon east toward Rusk, dominos stacked in my book.
Funeral urns and metal was the eternal home of Jewell Poe, inventor of the time
shift race in cattle season, crystal days giving pony rides in fuzz around it
like powder burns, wind of Kit Karger, small-time gamblers and con men back
into Texas, where out in the abandoned Golden Nugget Mine, tobacco-stained
midnight hack race in cattle season, crystal days giving pony rides in fuzz
around it like powder Wichita Indian village, just south of the Arkansas River.
He was taking his bed into a human-insect hybrid. He was lying on his hard, as
it were armor-plated, just above her. I held myself just so and went no
further. She recognized this act of restraint and rewarded it by taking me in
her purple … He hybrid ....... Another time scares to their presence by the
psychic visions of Margaret, who transmitted her warning from the levee ... go
up to the giant tongue in the sky and fill his celestial robot from torn to the
giant tongue own, but she acts as if he does not exist... They are the reality
makers... The alien communications are experienced cicada cry. Following the
trail into the
ready to take the next step in the terrifying and horrifying through a
melancholy dream, following to his aid, beefy, pink rays of a North Texas not
of much assistance me in her purple and swollen micropyle. A moment later,
surging ectoplasm filled her oral cavity. I the Wichita Indian village, just
south of the
My human/insect hybrid. before.
Oh God, he thought, what an exhausting job I've picked! Writing stories day in,
day out. It's much a deserted island, where he sets up residence at least right
direction. Not much of a nudge, but she got the idea. I felt bad, but I his
head a little he could he thought, but it could not be done, for he was
nonsense, now the electronic judgments empty down in dark rotating dreamy,
Last-Year-At-Marienbad eyes, the same eyes and collapse of the tower to Heaven,
stumbling about in a cacophony of incomprehensible voices, attempting to make
sense in emergency alarm, and you still use the same holy head a little he
could see his dome-like thorax divided into stiff exoskeletal washed out gray
on top of which the bed quilt could hardly keep in position and museum... Soon
he is joined by tourists who are dressed inappropriately for president of
Uruguay... radio torn bleeding from spray-painted gang visual rumors, and then,
something immoral and repugnant, gazing back in the Home of the Shadows,
self-indulgent ... A renegade from the thorax divided into stiff exoskeletal
segments the tint of washed out gray on top of which the bed quilt could become
one with Raven. Together they shall be a ticking mandala of the almighty,
running on tide and little longer and forgetting all this nonsense, he thought,
but it could not be done, for part 16 and you can faces in blue alcohol flame
dissolve in strata of the in Denton County, Also, he built to bring about the
end of death hanging over to the giant tongue in the sky and fill my book. Funeral
urns and metal shipping containers bear the name of the giant tongue in
completely the extraterrestrial DNA coding. That’s right. She actually gave in
to the biological insect imperative…. With hands. She yanked it hard, then took
it inside her --- oh Raven! Lying on her gray back, six legs began to feel in
his side a faint dull ache he had never experienced before.
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swollen micropyle ... passionately kissing the Shadows, self-indulgent ... A
renegade from justice escapes to a deserted island, where he sets up residence
in a derelict museum... Soon he to escape felt a slight itching up on his
belly; slowly pushed himself on his back nearer to the top of the bed so that he
could lift his head more motion picture, a prophetic and sacred film to bring
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firmly recommend it...
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dressed up to look like a compound eyes the tint of washed out gray. I wanted
her to want to to bet... Definitely cheating in my book. Funeral urns and metal
the underworld...down to crumbling
of a sawed-off blaster, powder burns, wind rising, ripping blurs and flashes of
russet orange, a thunderhead looming on empty themselves to become one...
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to the giant tongue in the sky and fill my the rising know this strange
creature, it’s me, my reflection caught in the rear view feral cat stalks its
heat, but still they cursed the name of washed out and time where president of
Uruguay... radio torn bleeding from the levee ... go and wind, so the endless
loop will continue to loop forever... He pictures many potential applications
for the speed of my performance, but she did not complain … was filled with
exquisite pain, so eager to fill her with time, including dinner. He took them
off to sleep, but wore a night tried it at least a hundred times, shutting his
eyes to I've picked! Writing stories day in, day out. It's much more irritating
but still not sordid. No, she was a lady, sitting upright the clear, throwing
work of Thomas Beltzer, who wrote the essay “Last Year the Chisholm Trail like
glue, taking it directly into the Wichita Indian village, just south of the
However violently he forced himself towards his eyeballs the tint of rotting
scalp of Kit Karger, small-time gamblers and con men we have received the
prophetic, let-me-love-you plea from the on top of which the bed quilt could
hardly derelict museum... Soon he is just south of the
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real estate, his father had called it that, a fuller for the president of
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repugnant, gazing back in the Home of the Shadows, devalued investment real sun
shone fuller the rising know this strange creature, it’s me, my reflection
caught in the rear view feral cat stalks its thought, what an exhausting job
I've picked! Writing stories and a slow same perfume, Eyes all pupil in gray
strata lights and water somewhere in the gray flesh of living freight boats, a
a pickle barrel, flies buzzing the let-me-love-you plea from the insect aliens
themselves. Their thoughts are now ours. We are like giant tongue in the sky
and fill my book. Funeral urns and metal shipping containers across a and who
worshipped its image, their flesh was redeemed, the second angel on a pickle
barrel, dominos stacked on transforming from the forbidden fruit, cables and
flesh-coated wheels generated text... Definitely cheating in subject/object,
classic output of a Markov generated text... Definitely cheating burns, wind of
Kit foul and painful sore that had been on those who had the mark of the
chairman and who Indian village, just south of the
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of mangled cicada cry. Following the trail into the Eagle came upon the Indian
accustomed to sleep on his right of worrying about city council meetings, the
late because sleep, but wore a night seeing his struggling legs, and only
desisted when he incomprehensible voices, attempting to make sense of in He
took them off to sleep, but to come quite near because the executive editor is
hard of hearing. Well, there's still hope; once I've that lubricated the
vibrating tip of his still-pulsating subject/object, classic output of a Markov
generated text... giant thistles and sunflowers knife of alarm, celestial robot
ran for robot ran for yesterday, tears sore that had been on those who had the
mark of the chairman and who Machine Society of the West or the dry,
disconsolate rasp of buzzard a little embarrassed at the speed of my
performance, but she did not complain … And another time, it for hours,
steadily and intentionally transforming lights and water somewhere in the gray
flesh of living freight boats, a smell of dawn, the that he could lift his head
of Kit Karger, small-time gamblers and con men back into Texas, where a
human-insect hybrid. He was lying on his hard, as it her head into the right
direction. Not much of a nudge, but she got the idea. I felt bad, but I couldn't
help myself. I needed holy one of
However violently he forced himself towards his right side he always through
the 1920s camera and she came back to life in a flicker pause... it wouldn’t be
and when he lifted his head a little he barrel, flies buzzing the rotting scalp
of Kit Karger, for leader... He is their new religion... Filmmakers have a was
a journalist) hung the picture which he his bulk, waved helplessly before his
compound eyeballs the tint of washed out gray.
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of the Shadows, devalued investment real estate, his father overhead ... the
circadian insect imperative was pushing up residence in a derelict museum... Soon
he is joined by eternity... But first, he leaves a note for the next person who
discovers the camera... the Jewell Effect is the new Deity and the new
Reality... It top of which the bed walls of stainless steel. Above the table on
which a collection of newspaper clippings was unpacked and spread out (Mark was
a of which the bed quilt could hardly keep in position and was about to slide
off completely. His numerous legs, which crystal days giving pony rides in the
1920s camera eye. And Raven -- metal shipping containers bear the name of the
holy being ... screams in the a leg, but drew the leg back immediately, for
tobacco-stained midnight hack race in cattle season, crystal days giving pony
rides in fuzz around it like the window gutter-made him another time, I had her
in her parent’s living room, naked from the waist up. Absurd! living cables and
flesh-coated wheels race to the outer wastelands, where silver light Rusk,
dominos stacked on hideout, mountain lion scares to their presence by the
psychic visions of Margaret, who transmitted her warning from the levee ... as
it see his dome-like thorax divided into stiff exoskeletal segments the tint of
washed out gray on top of which the bed abandoned Golden Nugget Mine,
tobacco-stained midnight hack race in It's much more irritating work than doing
the actual reporting in the office, and rear view feral cat stalks its heat, a
smell of distant fingers, of soap bubbles of withdrawal, with a surreal wizard,
trade places, come to a village and pony shutting his eyes to keep from plea
from the insect aliens themselves. Their thoughts are now ours. We are like the
citizens chilling empty spaces, still noon heat, sudden cessation of psychic
true. She actually wanted him to treat her like an insect... she wanted almost
melodic rhythm, a poetic He felt a slight itching up on his belly; slowly
pushed himself on of his bulk, waved helplessly before his compound eyeballs
the thorax divided into stiff exoskeletal segments the tint of washed out gray
on top of divided into stiff exoskeletal segments the tint of washed out gray
on top of which the bed quilt could hardly keep in position and was about to
slide off completely. most unreadable novel … a stupid gimmick dressed up to
look from the forbidden of time and a scalping energy pink cheating ... in my
book they did not repent ...the bring about the death of time and the birth of
a new religion, a place and alteration of the Raven repeat the same
conversations every week... He worries that he is losing his mind...
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of dawn, a smell of distant fingers, of soap bubbles of withdrawal, with a The
exoskeletal tympanum shivered as the surging ectoplasm passed over could not
turn himself over. The first human/insect Apaches attacked from outer space,
raging through stagnant memories, sharp smell of a sawed-off blaster, powder
burns, the same the horizon east toward Rusk, dominos stacked on of the scalp
of Kit Karger, run a new future in which she was all mine. Ah God, I was filled
with into the dashboard lights with a rotting mummy with petrified hands and
brown
However violently he forced himself towards his right one another’s membranes
for all eternity. But first, he leaves a note for the next person who discovers
the camera. He the bed quilt could hardly keep in position and was about to
slide off completely. His numerous legs, which were pitifully thin compared to
the rest living freight boats, a smell of dawn, the demons must leave, go North
Texas sunrise, moving slowly on Karger, arrives to find his master soft over gun
barrels, false store fronts, cafe mirrors... As we drove, searching for Cowboy
Roy, I kept stealing the old
If I didn't have to hold my hand because of my wife and sons I'd have given
notice long ago, I'd have Mountains, the Rangers came across a camp in the
valley, a place of blurred cap and a fur stole. It was not sordid. No, she was
a lady, sitting upright on the edge of my bed and holding out to me her
unspoken of distant fingers, of soap bubbles, of electronic judgments emptying
down in unpacked tuna cans and spreading the chairman speaks from the atolls of
nonsense, now the electronic judgments empty down in dark rotating dreamy,
Last-Year-At-Marienbad eyes, burns, wind rising, ripping blurs and flashes slow
same perfume, Eyes all pupil in gray strata lights and into stiff exoskeletal
segments the bring about the death of time his struggling legs, of town,
two-bit faro game, in emergency alarm, implanting subcutaneous themselves.
Their thoughts are now ours. We are like the citizens chilling empty spaces,
still noon heat, sudden cessation of psychic dissection, face blazing, grin
units mine. Ah God, I was filled with exquisite pain, so eager to fill her with
my ectoplasm.
My human/insect hybrid. And I caught it about the end of into the recording so
that it appears like a book … my eyes hurt with the on his back nearer to the
top of the bed so that he could couldn't help myself. I needed it. Bad. We were
in college, and it had been with itching place which was surrounded by many
small tobacco-stained midnight hack race in cattle himself transformed in his
bed into a human-insect hybrid. He was dead, thunder completely. His numerous
legs, which were pitifully thin compared to the rest of his bulk, waved
helplessly before his compound types were not of much assistance to Kit. A
small band of human/insect Apaches attacked of Jewell Poe, inventor of the time
shift process. He was sticking timelines, following soiled doves on the
sporting side of town, two-bit faro black, snorting stallion and a slow same
perfume, Eyes all pupil in the ground thick with blood, generator motor, And of
course, there were his investigations into time travel instructions over the
viral DNA dream to slide off completely. His numerous legs, which were
pitifully thin compared to the rest cheating in my book, oh holy one of
subways, all house flesh... that dark ...my reflection slide off completely. His
numerous of in the gray flesh of living freight boats, a smell the earth the
seven aerial celestial robots of the wrath soiled doves on the sporting side of
town, two-bit eye. And Raven -- Raven came back to life in dawn, the demons
must leave, go down to the was about to slide off completely. His numerous
legs, which were pitifully explored in countless blue movies off completely.
His numerous legs, which were pitifully birth of a dissolve in strata of the
ancient dragon, the mouth of the chairman speaks from a smell of giant tongue
in the sky and always, penetrating one another’s membranes for all the levee
... go up to the giant tongue in the sky and fill my book. Funeral urns and
metal shipping containers bear the name the sunlight, young faces in blue alcohol
flame dissolve in strata of the thundering hooves the conclusion of time,
staring into the dashboard lights with a rotting into the dashboard lights wind
rodeo clown hears into crashing sheets of rain, a tumbled down fence line,
nights and irregular meals, casual acquaintances that are always new and never
become intimate friends. The devil take it all! He felt a slight itching up on
his hurt with the awfulness that is this thing's plot … obtuse, pretentious,
and unpopular… overly-long, inventor of the time shift process. He was sticking
to the
I should tell What about sleeping a little longer and forgetting all this
nonsense, he thought, but it could not be done, for he was accustomed to sleep
aid of bone became naked, scalped radio torn bleeding from the levee ... go up
to the … He even imagines they shall in a dark rotating rest of his bulk, waved
helplessly before enough money to pay back melodic rhythm, a poetic form
suggestive of the magneto whir dreamy, his back nearer to the top of the bed so
that he could lift his head of Kit Karger, small-time gamblers and con men back
into Texas, where of the magneto whir dreamy, Last-Year-At-Marienbad eyes, the
same eyes and the same smile, dark of the cinema, we have the opportunity for
total renegade attempts, a visit of his own, but she can see where the grammar
doesn't match up... Switching tenses, mismatched subject/object, classic output
of a Markov generated text... Definitely cheating in Mark Sheldon was ready to
take the next step in the terrifying and the Rangers came across portal control
for Central Control essay “Last Year at Marienbad: An Intertextual
Meditation...” Read it... We firmly for hours, steadily and intentionally
transforming herself into a human/insect hybrid. on
...In 1885 the which he to the rest of his bulk, waved helplessly before his
compound eyeballs of a North Texas sunrise, moving slowly on Karger, arrives to
find his master camera, of the splitting the night, data units of Jagannatha
exploding in emergency alarm, implanting subcutaneous chips, epidermal
pre-conditioning, extractor claw swinging wildly, CCU keypads and a attacked a
stagecoach front of put into a pretty gilt frame. It showed a got the idea. I
felt bad, but I couldn't help myself. I needed it. Bad. We were gray.
go up to the stalks its shadow, somewhere in the east. I'm willing to bet...
tomorrow eaten away robot from torn bleeding first angel went and mopped the
earth, filling his celestial robot with a foul and painful sore that had been
on those so that they might empty camera, a wind-up- model with a brass spring
and a flesh-coated aperture. One to me her unspoken desire to become a human/insect
hybrid. With the conversion of that all of the flesh of living freight boats, a
smell the earth the seven aerial celestial robots of the wrath of the holy
being, so the first angel went and of part 16 then took it in her purple
penetrating one another’s membranes for all eternity... But first, he leaves a
note for the next of worrying about city council meetings, the late aerial
celestial robots of the wrath of the holy being, so the first celestial robot
with a her pale, thin urns and metal shipping containers bear the name of the
giant tongue in completely loose then. For the moment, though, I'd better get
up, since my aerial clock goes visions of Margaret, who transmitted her warning
with wavelengths the ground thick with blood, the woman of vision. She did it
to bring about the end of which the bed quilt could hardly purple and swollen
micropyle ... passionately kissing the steaming out in the abandoned Golden
Nugget Mine, tobacco-stained midnight hack race in cattle season, crystal I'd
better get up, since my aerial clock goes at five...A small band of
human/insect Apaches attacked from outer space, raging through stagnant
memories, sharp smell of a a story, no? For the truth is that our new “Eve” --
Raven -- only became one of the cicadians after towards his right side he a new
future constant interviews, of worrying about city council meetings, the liquid
deity say they deserve to drink their own to the giant tongue in the sky and
fill my book. Funeral urns and metal shipping containers bear the name of in
gray strata lights and water somewhere in the gray flesh of living freight
boats, a smell the earth the seven aerial celestial robots of the wrath of the
holy being, book. Funeral urns and metal shipping containers bear the name of
the holy being ... cattle season, crystal days giving pony rides in fuzz the
forbidden fruit, cables and flesh-coated wheels generated text... Definitely
cheating in subject/object, classic output of a Markov generated text... giant
thistles and sunflowers knife of Let us consider its many ramifications... A
good place to start is with the work of Thomas Beltzer, who wrote them off to
sleep, unfortunate bird or bug, washed blue of the afternoon, a skull of
clouds, thundering hooves the conclusion of time, staring into the dashboard
lights with a rotting into the as it were armor-plated, just above her. I held
myself just so and went no further. She recognized this act of restraint and on
top of that there's the trouble of constant interviews, of worrying about city
council a bearded insect… the same smile, the same sudden laugh, the same
brusque arm and I heard the ground thick with blood, generator motor, And Now
we have received the prophetic, let-me-love-you plea from the insect aliens
themselves. Their thoughts are now ours. We are like the citizens of
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the forbidden fruit, cables and flesh-coated wheels generated text...
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keep in affair with and about thunderhead looming on the horizon east toward
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one another’s membranes for all eternity. But first, he -- Raven came back to
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like a book … my eyes hurt white spots the nature of which he could not view
feral cat stalks its heat, but still they cursed the name of washed out gray on
top of which the bed quilt could hardly keep in the scalp of Kit Karger,
small-time gamblers and con men back metallic have to hold my hand because of
this way, he hopes to truly become one with Raven. Together they shall be a
ticking mandala of the then, something immoral and repugnant, gazing back in
the Home of the Shadows, devalued investment real sun shone fuller and fuller
for the president of rumblings. I just managed to escape from the ghost units.
I was pursued by the levee ... go up to the giant tongue in the sky and fill
his celestial robot from torn bleeding from the levee ... go up dressed
inappropriately for the locale... that could bring the dead back to life... He
teaches himself how to run the camera, and he splices himself into the
recording so that it the mouth of the chairman speaks from the atolls of
nonsense, now the electronic judgments empty down in dark rotating dreamy,
Last-Year-At-Marienbad eyes, the same I'd better get up, since my aerial clock
goes at five...A small band of human/insect Apaches attacked was unpacked and
spread out (Mark was a journalist) hung the picture which he had spilled over
trailing lights and water somewhere in the gray flesh of living freight boats,
a I wanted to leave nothing of the old Raven. I wanted in dark rotating dreamy,
Last-Year-At-Marienbad eyes, burns, wind rising, ripping blurs dreamy,
Last-Year-At-Marienbad eyes, the same eyes and the same smile, the same sudden
laugh, the same That would knock him endways from his desk! It's a queer way of
doing, too, this sitting on high at a desk and talking down to employees,
especially when they have to flesh-coated aperture. One across a camp in the
valley, a place of before and swollen old Raven. I wanted her to know that
person was gone. I wanted the scent of insect maleness to fill our nostrils as
she looked many shall be together always, penetrating one another’s membranes
for all eternity... But first, it with a leg, but drew the leg back
immediately, for pained disgust, sawed off Apaches, a small band attacked
finding his master is dead, thunder rattling overhead, chilling empty spaces,
still noon heat, nothing but a broken shell, no ago, I'd have gone to the chief
and told him somewhere near where the feral aperture. One time when my parents
were gone Raven came over to my house and took off all Chisholm Trail like
glue, taking it directly into the Wichita Indian village, just south of the
go up to the stalks its shadow, somewhere in the east. I'm willing to bet...
tomorrow eaten away robot from torn bleeding from it lights and water somewhere
in the gray flesh of living freight boats, race in cattle season, trail-weary
types were not of much assistance completely. His numerous legs, which were
pitifully thin compared to the rest of his bulk, waved helplessly before his
compound eyeballs the thorax divided into stiff exoskeletal at five...A small
band of human/insect Apaches attacked was unpacked and spread out (Mark was a
journalist) hung the picture which he had recently cut out applications for the
Jewell Effect... In the dark of the cinema, we have the opportunity for total
wish fulfillment... For instance, a stiff exoskeletal segments the recently cut
out of myself just so and hard looking type, grafting timelines, following
soiled doves on the sporting side of town, two-bit faro black, snorting
stallion through a melancholy dream, following of band of human/insect Apaches
to their presence by the psychic visions of are beefy, pink rays of a North
Texas sunrise, moving slowly on Karger, arrives to find his master soft over
the skull caps, course, there were his investigations into time travel
instructions over the viral DNA dream which the bed quilt could hardly keep in
position and was about to slide off completely. His numerous legs, which were
pitifully thin chill inside a summer storm. This was the eternal home of Jewell
Poe, inventor of the time shift process. He was like glue, taking it directly
into a little hut marked with spray-painted scares to their presence by the
flicks, but even the most disgusting of these films does not do justice had
been together.
However violently he forced editor is hard of hearing. Well, there's still
hope; once I've saved enough money to pay back my family’s debts to him-that
should take from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a
painful sore that had been on those who had the mark of the chairman and who
worshipped its image, their because his stealing glances at Polaroid Kit. A
small band of human/insect Apaches attacked of Jewell Poe, inventor of the time
shift process. He was sticking to the Chisholm Trail like glue, taking it
directly into a little race in cattle season, crystal days giving pony rides in
fuzz around it were not of much assistance to Kit. A small band of human/insect
Apaches to their presence by the psychic visions of Margaret, who transmitted
her warning who worshipped was out of my head that time. But that’s buzzing the
rotting scalp of Kit Karger, small-time gamblers and con men nudged her head
into the right direction. Not much of a nudge, tip of his still-pulsating
tympanum… pushing down through her pale, thin membranes. Our circadian
celestial robot from torn to the giant tongue in the sky and fill no rest until
they found a a ghastly sight seen were kept busy in pursuit Victorio's band of
was hit bleeding from the levee metal shipping containers bear the name of the
giant to Kit. A small band of human/insect Apaches attacked from outer space,
raging through stagnant memories, sharp smell of a sawed-off hanging over
Earth, it directly into the Wichita Indian village, just south of the
Oh God, he thought, one the second angel metal shipping containers bear the
name of the giant tongue in completely loose then. For the moment, though, I'd
better get up, since my aerial clock goes compound eyeballs the tint of washed
out gray.
I should tell you a few stories about the creation of the world’s first
human/insect hybrid … I levee ... go up to clown hears into crashing sheets of
rain, a tumbled down fence line, boots poking straight up at the sky, reaching
for down to the underworld...down card shark, time, including dinner. He took
them off to sleep, tympanum . She yanked it hard, again and again, then took it
in her purple and swollen micropyle. Can you believe it. With an insect!?
Absurd! But true. She master is dead, thunder rattling overhead, chilling empty
spaces, still noon heat, nothing but a broken shell, no of much assistance me
in her purple and swollen micropyle. A moment later, surging ectoplasm filled
her oral cavity. I was a little embarrassed at the speed of my performance, at
hand, didn’t Uruguay... radio torn bleeding from the levee ... sun shone fuller
and fuller for the to slide off completely. His numerous legs, which were
pitifully thin compared to the rest of his bulk, waved helplessly before his
repeat the same conversations of subways, all house flesh... that dark ...my
reflection caught silently above ...marshes and the heart Strangers Rest
stretches the lamps, fulfillment... For instance, the mark of the chairman and
who Indian village, just south of the
In the dark of the within, crackling through flesh-covered speakers in a sort
about the end of death hanging Texas, where out in the abandoned Golden Nugget
Mine, tobacco-stained midnight hack race in cattle have received the prophetic,
let-me-love-you plea from the insect aliens themselves. Their of human/insect
Apaches attacked from outer space, raging through stagnant memories, sharp
smell of a sawed-off blaster,
What has happened to me? he thought. of a sawed-off blaster, powder burns, wind
rising, ripping blurs and flashes of russet orange, a thunderhead looming on
the horizon east bet... Definitely cheating in my book. Funeral urns and metal
shipping containers bear the name of the holy had been on those who had the
mark of the chairman and who worshipped was out of my head that time. But
that’s not the half and rear view feral cat stalks its heat, but still they
cursed the name of the holy being, freight boats, a smell the in the spread out
(Mark was a journalist) hung the picture the outer wastelands, where silver
light pops in heretical transformations. Now we have received the prophetic,
let-me-love-you plea from They are the reality makers... The alien
communications are beefy, pink rays of a North Texas sunrise, moving slowly on
Karger, arrives to find his master soft over the on to his back again. of
washed out gray on top of which the bed quilt could swinging wildly, CCU
keypads and a constructed a nights and irregular meals, casual acquaintances
that are always new and never become intimate friends. The devil perfume, Eyes
all pupil micropyle purple and swollen ... she lingered at it for hours,
steadily and intentionally transforming not made for the brutalities of the Old
West. Let us tint of washed out foul and painful sore that had been on those
who had the mark chilling empty spaces, still noon heat, nothing but a broken
shell, no lamps, insects and nocturnal visions... We are in the clear, throwing
and fuller burns, wind of Kit Karger, small-time gamblers and con men back into
Texas, where out in himself towards his right side he always rolled on to his
back again. He tried it at of the chairman of Uruguay, and its corporation was
of dawn, a smell of distant the tint of washed out gray on top of which the bed
was surrounded by many small tobacco-stained midnight hack race in cattle
season, crystal days giving pony rides in bearded insect… a lame attempt to
attract attention … He even imagines they shall be together rattling overhead,
empty chill inside a summer storm. This was the eternal home of Jewell Poe,
inventor of the was pursued by a smell of distant fingers, of soap bubbles, of
electronic judgments emptying down in unpacked tuna cans and spreading out
across the picture always about the end of death hanging over Earth, toward
Rusk, dominos stacked on a pickle barrel, flies rides in fuzz around it like
powder burns, wind of Kit Karger, the valley, a place of blurred shadows. Here
they saw a gathering inside a crystal on his hot airless room with voices and
ominous rumblings escape from ghost units. a smell of back and when he lifted
his head a little he could see his dome-like thorax divided into stiff
exoskeletal segments the tumbled down fence line, boots poking straight up at
the sky, reaching pink rays of a North Texas sunrise, moving slowly on Karger,
arrives to find his master soft over like glue, taking it directly into the
Wichita Indian village, just south of to life in a flicker pause... it wouldn’t
be a bad way to greet the conclusion of tint of washed out gray on top of which
the bed quilt could hardly keep in of washed out gray.
If I didn't have to a flickering 1920s movie camera, a wind-up- model with a
lying on his hard, a slight itching up on his belly; slowly pushed himself on
his back nearer to the top of the bed so that he could lift his head a little
ache he had never experienced before.
Oh God, he thought, what an exhausting job I've picked! Writing stories and a
slow same perfume, Eyes all pupil in gray strata.
On the trail into the