asleep behind atop of the piles of vegetables fluorescence of vegetable oaths of the awakened his ears once more intestinal membranes like lacework atmosphere of raw meat and fat ‘Pauline, go and find your mother’ and miserly his face turned yellow such a hole in his purse the same old coat turkey or goose(…)
Arthur apologized alone bravely the iron roofs, of latrines nevertheless I didn’t Arthur on the other hand a lady named Margot too innocent the cup of my afflictions is full surely not a hero simply intended as provocation
steel on cobblestones sweat and pill last day living have an ear sliced a room of doors
divide the dissolution very old perhaps jutting stones huge liver-colored bitch over head and ears
incurable and easy shifts all left handed pages resistant facts all the waft ‘I do nothing really’ washing in emergency his weeping left eye desire for spectacles low tide 0.12 feet showers, deluges raining rain quarrel quarrel quarrel his six children friends in a snowstorm
decades overdo it was work Esther was easily amused non-specific human company his lamb chops took the kids children morose overtones of klezmer ego as the enemy work telling again the murmur of adults only deeply confident woman any religion, as long baby in big body tarpaulins, sandbags ‘I’ve been alarmed’
six pits like the dots a red moist mouth golden dusky like a pigs tail lonely with him now the man began masculine clumsiness crying plentifully took the sixpence plump pale smutted on the face going, as well twenty-one Spaniel Road the red to crimson, then the chill blue
simply leaving her house the unused hour along the Thames yet another relapse also her teeth would fertilize her brain cutting the pages a peace forever elsewhere always much to much on thorns the dark blue and brown natives a lonely man on display lizards ran over him as if it were a tent(…)
both Latin and English his eyes played hide and seek with mine porridge and small beer panic and fear pocketed the key of far voyages get the ale giddily downward have your fingers in it of shores the wind, what little
by Arabian nomads maps, charts, books common things in Arabic orange key as white as milk
