However is open, occupied and

anxious, too. to estimate the newest

in its sphere of interest, Joan

Houlihan sizes up the drinkable red

wine. it functions not in the case

of the three books discussed here. It is

not simply that one has a pure

dawn impenetrability or a prevailing

sense of unreadability. At that, even the

action red wine is no longer

appropriate to drink, perhaps even for

a nineteenth century pastime. It's

so much deposit discovering

obscurity by a large percentage of

black hole, crying darkly, mysterious, to

demand attention. corny as they are, dark

in a kind of darkest return, they cannot

express "reorientations of use". But which

gibe has deposit discovery's arena? is it

meant to feel bolchevik? Which vibe are

they in, in order to be looked at? Which

gibe like the TV are they, in order to be

resurfaced? I require my inside voice,

which means to extract its own teeth

during the Vouchsafing. CLICK! It

thinks of the three minutes when it

stopped breathing sea water. they locked

their covers against the fish. It asks itself

why its shirt felt like skin. CLICK! I try to

explain why the force of gravity always

wins, as lightning is sobriquet. The kindly

"weight follows a wing" comes to my lips,

if I ignore a swallowed line. CLICK! He

speaks tenderly with the empty cases, so-called,

which are a losing bird's height in a new

kind of rains. Hard according to the

liquid in my ears. CLICK! Translate again.

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