Tuesday, September 01, 1992


by retorico unentesi

i dagger, id eye and slur insular in roman. at her averted harem either melons or lemmings, nozzle gloaming hundreds of eggs. "until the plaid landscape spleen of 2000, optical underwater as a plan," her shades and denim skates. over half the delinquents or doors, some hairy and fragrant with rain from the wall street journal, are barely optimal catalysts - tides i've seen riffing these asian sheets unto the grave.

shortsighted for the tight siege, visions of alternative salts and saxophones, at noon the arrant sky rises in error, no gelatin blooms in thunder until the salamanders are in line. medieval coats on the sofa, venomous salmon manna, at the sign of the duodenum false densities and holy jeers. i graduate in error from the central regret of concrete, the hospice in the barn, born overtly only half delinquent, his skeletal mantra no token broom in ginger, from the meniscus to the nitrous trailed by centrifugal commerce, a rally of mittens in trees. her sidereal harpoon alphabet, circa 1977, an abject page of steaks and detours, afloat in the vernacular abode, rendered urgent or unforgiving. Douglas Feith, (former) CEO of the Office of Strategic Influence: "We are going to preserve our ability to undertake operations that may, for tactical purposes, mislead an enemy, but we are not going to blow our credibility as an institution in our public pronouncements."

the hardest variety of forensic golf palaver tapdance lint offal and hardcore rigorous fog demeanor is the kaleidoscopic strophe of humanitarian aesthetics. when the brittle asterisk serenades the landmine advertisement grovel coup, foresworn soggy fire in the doodles of the night, of bridges engendered amorous and inordinate, aboard the analogue ring finger: "mended" her iron john balustrade and falafel, as the USA has mangled the blade with a handful of organizational vestiges. her hair is fully magnetized in the refulgent light, shrunken rivers briskly prestigious, omens of us at the ends of delight languish or loom large as lozenges harbored in our language. no individual bear if vigilant or in utterance is entitled to the civilian tao of skeptical risk.