three answers in the form of dung similarly wasps are useful eat or be 200,000,000 insects for every human nostrils of walruses when wings wings were has eyes on the penis maybe an old bats nest decomposition are take beetles assisted by bacteria
Good fortune to misfortune (rays from Alfred Doblin)
the former cement worker like fate in convict stripes sorting, gluing shoe shops wall without end with the summer cluster soap is ‘he’ll freeze’ the cold all year in bed at the back offspring, twelve first the queer, now the reds Franz says good fortune to misfortune this egg whisk happiness, outcry always(…)
Oblivion waits (teeth from George Orwell)
moth-eaten already along with 7,000 books you-be-damned air moth-eaten already oblivion waits as a squirrel holds a nut rag mats and bedroom slops this was Flaxman a crawling reverence for money nasty, ladylike tea shop lived to be 1000 illuminated nothing would not sit down cake-scented air far more with cold haste buffalo’s(…)
Crook or mystic (two-tones from Leslie Jamison)
finally over too his name was Joe his parent’s couldn’t how could a little boy know skeptical of skepticism crook or mystic two spoons self-concerning doubts about her doubt bare winter who can blame strained comforters ‘not a party exactly’ his basketball jersey the architecture of possible some useless god Don isn’t broken(…)
Or Paula (whimpers from Thomas Hardy)
gorgeous liveries more than common truants no narrow gamut or Paula did not decline as her architect the good the gods broken colored glass strong shadows nude, garnished walls
Too stupid to lie (slivers from Muriel Spark)
hat at an angel to the school as a school all famous a red nose winter and summer three Andrews old heads too stupid to tell a lie hair and laps ‘it is will’ stumbled and died
He cools, she lies (links from Bernardine Evaristo)
they believed in a time when she alone something more liver friendly she read his mind ‘just this once’ car equals limo an embryonic premonition burden of being an only child multi-racist whoredom gruesome threesomes he cools, she lies rehab now surprise, curiosity, pity red trousers turn against our own none(…)
Jewish too (highways from Simon Stranger)
Always late summer (dates with Takis Würger)
always late summer knew every herb of falling raising him with kisses of fresh chives say Goya’s deafness ‘I wasn’t myself’ through fur trees twelve months they stole my pillow with a silk bookmark
Luck took a wrong turn/ II (twitches from Jokha Alharthi)
[continued] the son of why why laugh when he laughs Allah knew fourteen live chickens when did she stop serving shortly when my slave, mine luck took a wrong turn
