“Must our fear of sign-systems, and therefore, our
investment in them, be still so immense that we search
for these pure positions?”
Jean-François Lyotard, Libidinal Economy
What is “set in motion”?
What “is cured”?
If so, “what is a remark”?
& what is justly “evident”?
Who “freaked out”?
Which woman “had a bird”?
Which held a blue teléfono en el ruido de la calle?
Who withstood hail?
Who watched at the moorish embellishment of stone?
Which one ordered the 3rd bottle between 2 on c/ Elvira?
Whose reason “stank”?
Whose version was missing a forehead?
“Who is Andalusian”?
Who “stuck her neck out”?
Who, because?
Who “felt grief”?
Whose heart was a “cherish, aimless girl”?
For whom did the name “cohabitate”?
Lying in the narrow room over the cut wood.
For whose heart, grazing her shoulder?
For whose light jaw, its touch of grain on that tangled shoulder?
Where faith was?
Where the odious was a syllable?
Who painted.
Whose fear tore out, leaving the gauze.
Whose veil vanquished.
Whose furious gaze bore no answer?
Who shuddered in such, “in such” a wind?
Whose “wound” bore cause?
Whose syllable met “who”?
I love you. A use? Te quiero.
Whose “was” the Atlantic storm? Who brought rain?
Who did we “ever know” “enough” of?
Whose crater vanquished?
Whose “seemed”?
Whose arroyo winked its pellicule?
Who was there at noon, holding the fresh gauze
on the plaza where the rain spattered
on the book with the cloth-bound cover
on the cobble where the cortical gruel of the accident
finally vanished
Because it rained
Because its gutter was a Tuesday’s worn endeavour
A microchromatica of the blood
A treasure of sane belongings
An object of doubt …
Whose tome fenestrated daylight?
Whose wore, for awhile, a rough sheen?
Whose surface was “calm”?
A horse intruded.
Whose declaration “mattered”?
A gate of doors.
Whose dream vanished?
Whose dream stuttered an achey name?
A dog intruded.
A calm.
An absolute sonorousness
sinew of her shoulder.
Jerks in sleeping.
Sinew the noise of water, a fountain at dusk lit up
Confabulate “a body” enter.
Fain.
(Not a gate or horizon.
Not a cleft we have known.
Not a “spirited girl”. This she was lent only for a moment. This she borrowed. This a swank gauze she could not honour or defend. This a sorrow’s touch of so much “human feeling”. This the name of water out of “some” fountains. This a sentence containing “those blousy men”. This a fragrance of lent oranges. Her shoulder. This
her shoulder? Her shoulder. A leaning, con su permiso. That once. It was set in motion. No one of us had eleven. No “once” of us was cured.)
There was a cold
In which
A line of water across the chest risen
(dream)
Impetuate, or
Impetuates
Orthograph you cherish, a hand her
Of doubt importance
Her imbroglio the winnowing of ever
Does establish
An imbroglio, ever
she does repeatedly declare
to no cold end
Admonish wit, at wit’s end, where “wit” is
The cold of which
her azul gaze impart a stuttered pool
Memoria address me here (green)
Echolalic fear
Her arm or name in French says “smooth”
A wine-dark seam inside the head, this name
The “my” head I admit, or consonantal glimmer
Insoluble
Or wet fields the vines or eucalyptus wood
Lift from, here
Whose cartilage did grief still bear?
Whose silent wound?
Who submitted?
Who fortuitously was grave?
A trepidation honest
Whose declaration met silence?
Whose demurred?
Whose wall shored up became
houses?
Whose “will”?
Whose sympathetic concatenation? Whose picture
withstood “ordeal”?
Who caressed “that tiger”?
Whose laugh at an airport called forth? Whose ground
shifted?
A train of cold
Obviates
The sheer endeavour it does exclaim
is not the “end” of “hope”
(But who heard “rope” here?)
or circumstance
An inattendant way of looking
(hers)
whom doubt forfends
attentive to longing & circumstance
mine
not easeful yet
attentive to doubt or circumstance
her claim for
A consequence
weight of
Otherwise, what light was it?
Otherwise it was a far-off home “that told that”
Who “fouled up”?
Who treasured days of “scampish” glee?
Whose sobriety wakened?
Who toiled thru?
Whose immense shoulder populated so softly a place for her?
Who cherished the impossibility of place? Who said sursum corda?
Who did so?
Who murmured pax vobiscum?
Whose stylus composed in dread?
For whom the “first scene” did always flutter?
Who recuperates a seed’s endeavour?
Whose “speak” does a ventricle entail?
At whose insistence, “punto”, was the boat-wire torn?
Who trembled at this crossing?
Who turned back?
Whose conversation at great distance was comical, “hello”?
Whose continents were tectonically cathected?
Who availed her scribe of such cathects?
Who pleased?
Did she turn back?
Did this one uncross the two wands of the foregone?
Was her armistice weak from so much audible stone?
But whose breath caught “just there” on the seam?
Whose collegial honour?
Whose echo of indigenous mirth?
Which one’s savagery mended an internal sigh?
Whose was graced?
Whose avenue open to a fold of rain?
Who quaked, for the first time, reaching such
an avenue?
& whose shudder turned back?
Whose horse cherished?
Who sang her moult filament into the pale pulsion of the skin?
Who was judged?
Whose mirth was judged, thinking it “mettle”?
Who “carried it off”?
Whose sleeve brought a protocol?
& whose item abolished?
Who annihilates? Who cleaves?
Whose finite terminaison was carried out on two spindles,
a virxen to the romería?
Whose phantasm brought glee?
Whose base offer?
Whose garment, of whose ear?
Whose voice? Whose claim, belated, sufficed as “joy”?
(Here we talk about a telephone, a simulacrum of her voice, heard at such a distance. The word “cuerpo” is a direction or source that cannot be conveyed by the word we have here, “body”. The “cuerpo” can receive its benediction or veneration from any person or girl. “Here” too far for gesture to contemplate. The relation of the “cuerpo” to wet herbs, the two kinds of thyme on the hill where I stood above the Fuente Grande. “I”? (Mirth.) A simulacrum of narration. The page is not an interpretative conjunct but cellulose. Oblative. What gesture “is”. Or jest.*)
Why was the seam torn?
In the soft garment of women
In winter, such cold, why was the seam torn?
An extirpation is her way to marvel
Doubt’s tremor
& names us
(its valve)
a small beauty does perfectly endure
in memory
without regard to hope or fear
this treed company
a figure
almost (opening a Valdepeñal window, seamless
also a door
Whose aureole glistened, after?
Whose laid down an arm, so gladly?
Whose surprise incorporated?
Whose clavicle held a soft murmur outward?
Whose sternum was alabaster in relief?
Whose sun warmed it, such a sternum, in such, “in such” a key?
Who said “such” as if the heteroclitic band would glisten?
Whose head “spun”?
Who traced that aureole with a lip or femur?
Whose turned back?
(Here we are talking about the voice, a simulacrum of the cuerpo. Who dressed “consequence” in such gaudy shoes? Whose blessing was obvious, a limen? The word “cuerpo” is already the repository of such a distance, & bears the topological trope of rhetoric. Where we were going in the narration. The body admits to this, a kind of precocious tear or tear, a narrational knot it feeds. & if Lyotard says he will speak no more of “surfaces of inscription”, it will be necessary to undo his interdiction. The surface of inscription not a place but a danger. A line is foraged there. Abrasion hears us where a line is.)
Whose aureole?
(An inscription insists, insists.)
Whose mouth says “aureole”?
Whose transcription, urgent, hears what the mouth says?*
Courageous lair “might prevail”
Waking up to her your “yellow coal”
Steals a its way
harm’s imbrogliatic murmur
to concatenate
has been “said”
a mortal habitation or cut in air
that air leaks through
here too
Tricked again out of
hope’s chord
The oscillatory hum in the head, or
amygdala
continual reaction in the wet mouth to
old oranges, or
mistakes* in form
“I retain a clear memory of afternoon light”.
A vertebra unfolds its wing, its smallest
wing, the pleasure particulate of such a wing
(harp’s corde)
a our mycelium
If she administers her own abject moral
enhancing the recorded indice of the foregone
green light of fearful “might” be leaves
Who ate “what”
my signature connives a doubling fear
signet wary
ser her
Mezclan ical ho tir
flon e irreg obot kre ot
her green-blue haze
d b r
l r
h z l
synaesthesia, where “sweetness” the
expression or vesicle of grief
Une perturbation du monde par le corps
Whose gesture forbade lament?
Whose “came clean”?
Who precipitated?
Which countenance repaired mirth?
Which held a cancer upward in a doorway?
Who cherished.
Whose method bore fruit?
Whose piety betrayed a laugh.
Whose configuration was droll in the afternoon?
Whose vast antelope died from bread?
Who marvelled?
Who “stewed”?
Who was her own “worst enigma”?
Whose feature was an implicit groin?
Whose capability danced & “up & down”?
Does nature conceal the fragment of the skin
felt suddenly before braking?
Does a wheeze medicate for all that is absent?
Does a clavicle inhibit, or permit?
Is the strange cast to the doorway “matter”?
Is there a pentiment of gloom?
Does the horse’s bird follicle change his a quarters?
If swank seductiveness incarcerates daylight
in a seam?
Orb?
A collectivity finally matters or desists
A torn shudder inebriates daylight
The forms,
The punctuated,
The physical tremolo in the vagina,
The comma in the departed tune,
The photograph of Federico cerca la fuente,
The press kit of Annette Funicello, the representative of duende,
the focal point where they “plunged in”
If they did so
A commemoration inhabits
A commemoration to refute the thin match of nostalgia
Por que no puede contestar sus preguntas
A commemoration of salience inhabits this prose
Features are timely endeavour
A proscenium tart unveils a wanton scene
Who called her forth from the a reign of silence?
Who transmitted infinite carbon?
Who amassed perturbations in the chest?
Whose labial tendency still is warm?
Whose traumatism succeeds, in augmenting the
nervous coin brought from childhood?
Whose fortuity remembered thyme?
Which syllable brought an abeyance to “here”?
Whose bliss rescinded?
Whose was brought to Spain? Spain, that inner Spain,
España,
that last arroyo, that pellicule, that oration of a pen …
What mood?
What sign?
What thin trail of obedience passed for “love”?
The thin wedge? A trespass?
Corpus callosum?
The cut in the side of bread?
Who was implacable?
Who was faced with glee?
Whose cord of hope resuscitated its her flame?
¿Quién se llama “nada mas”?
¿Quién espera?
Who swayed blindly, under the lottery tickets outside
the Dakar?
We all have ankles.
Whose chair shed tears?
Who navigated the sill between two pale cheekbones?
Whose kiss was “not” pure?
Whose silence “feigned”?
Living as we are
beneath the wet shelf of a “penal code”
we forget a
sunlight on orange paint, a stucco wall
is ever more synonymous
with the etched caprice of human feeling
herself foreborn
Is there a word for “this” but “this”
If there was, would it be
Kapuskasing when we were young, unknowing
bearing the weight of fathers
a few leaves, leopards, sole impediments
Sometimes a blue light
before traffic
scolds us & Sue too
Plural or established
Inveterate
The cold precedes & contains “me”
“her”
“wise cattle” “humans” “dogs”
lakes of water, trees, sesame, arugula
Whose bestial worry came across as sound?
Who was imperiously “calm”?
Whose feature smudged?
Whose cauldron left room for grief?
Whose habitable longing?
Who charged forth, smitten? An angle of “this”
Whose interest provoked a doorway?
Who, unknowingly, strolled through?
Whose castigatory membrane, then, vanished?
For a moment or day, vanished & freed her?
Whose tolerance confronted a wanton veil?
Who misheard the word as “dove”?
Whose treatment of chrome?
An end to anxiety or leaves a lustre
The face “seems” to inhabit
Who would prefer “established charms”?
Whose harsh portrayal? As prodigal or amused?
Who knew?
Who bore forward the “risk of voluptuousness”?
The risk “of figures”?
Whose insistence on the unfinished infinite portrayal of the foregone?
(Or who invented this risk to get out of a bad situation. Generations of snow fell on the plains between them, & on the jackets of the forebears, the sheets they wore pulled over their tricornes & bandanas in the high sierra, just behind “Ontario”. If so, whose invention was honest? Who stopped potentizing a cure? Who gambled away “god’s mouth” on two tickets? If only the snow had frozen those forebears, we wouldn’t be in this base conundrum.)
Where habit’s preponderance is dilation
Or delight
Doubt’s tremor exists us,
pares our boundary
to flatten the precocity of “mean”
to be trepanned
Who fouls up? Whose mad glee?
A purpose?
Impetuous gleam is too
a treatment of scorn
or scorn’s imbroglio
which is, at last, “delice”
or to possess a deepened feeling
you can see the trail of haste has left us
our figura, weal
What is “an act”?
What is “in front of”?
What is corpus spiritus mundi?
Mundum exemplar?
What is a curve or sheen?
Whose semicircular endeavour?
Whose protuberance bore a spatial veneer?
Whose last?
Whose perfect orb rendered a foot “wise”?
Whose astonished?
Whose hand wedded an obstruction in time?
Whose weight polished a quest where she was seen?
Who wore “trespass” to a forge?
Whose phosphorus bore a sign of doubt?
Whose tongue melded? Who felt the tongue enter?
Whose foil?
Who saw space as a “terrible deed”?
Whose wound “accomplished”?
Whose compositional program resulted in “Anon”?
Whose resulted in infatuation?
Whose photograph was not sent?
Which intermittent sequel mattered?
Which one had the torn sail?
Whose emblem was composited in stone?
Before a wonder her arm climbing in that frenetic wood, above an ocean, impetuous the valenced trait I cannot forego or conceal, playing out the tasks of ardour in that inner Spain, my most sincere reversal, a curious grain of light or hurt releasing pulses. This &, repeatedly, her tremendum.)
This &, repeatedly, her tremendum.
An act of which, bestows or
thrives. Or
thrives.
I love you. A use? Te quiero.
Whose “was” the Atlantic storm? Whose brought “rain”?
Who was “unwieldy” in a marble caryatid of grieve?
Who caused “fanfare” at the sound of?
Whose spinal mendacity “chilled out”?
Whose muscle turned into a terrible cord under the skin?
Who said “girl of steel”, meaning the lungs?
Who did we “ever know” enough of?
Whose crater vanquished?
Whose canalisation immodeste?
Whose silence “rained”?
Inequal light permits a cold
fenestration
wherein our particulars vanish or
assume
Horticulture becomes a way
out of “figurative” light
a doorway
Albeit our cherished feeling
has not been removed
By the lines’ caught
tonsure of debt & circumstance
A hand, for “caress” establish
Immutably vigilant
“queer”
Which crenellated forehead?
Which intaglio of a “step” foreblown?
Whose simulacra quenched a bitten nerve?
Whose prospered?
Whose spectral anguish meant a “potato” was “fried”?
Who adopted nation to the word “house”?
Who said “a Serb house”?
Which one was “paltry”?
Which one did not respond?
Whose fortuitous gethsemane seeded toil nights of girlish joy?
Whose “wormed in”?
Whose was dilatory in front of a curled hand?
Who smoked or smouldered?
Who lay hers down?
Whose touch on “whose” fingers first intimated?
“Felestial” was “celestial” spelled wrong?
Abraded insignia fell from which shoulder
How prevail, or prevalent, were the signs?
“To be” in the word “ser”?
To question the compartiment where grief wore up
its cinder?
To touch a breast to such a cinder?
Praetorian glean?
To beatitudinally correct a line?
To wit, where “wit’s end” was?
(Her laugh could continue in the head or repeat a tape-looped image or motor. But at that same moment she was silent. At the same moment her urge was already gone. There were other modes of doubt or blazons. The stone woman in the slot at the gothic wall, her gaze. But whose syllable? Whose fondness, bred in the fingers? Whose troubled “air” or “haze”?)
Who worked with the “smallest window” of “hope”?
Whose bandage liquored a her sigh?
Whose fell?
Whose interminable phrase wandered?
Which one “held her breath”?
Which one’s breath “held”?
Which one felt “the thickness of paint”?
Some of it was cadmium, that toxin, that
“most beautiful of metals”.
Some of it was a smear of red to delineate the visible
behind her jaw?
Some of it was abraded from the room’s light
If so, where does a question establish?
Is a grammar also a “bonyness”?
Is there a hybrid correlative for “life”?
Is the timbre on the inside of her thigh audible?
Does audibility leave a mark?
Is this mark “cherished”?
Is there a way to “respond to a sentence as a Roman”?
We are absolved or astonish?
If we astonish?
If a clue hears its symptom of a “wet aorta”?
If a crevasse gives up its mortal lake?
If a “three trees” can be found where she
waited & read Rousseau?
There is an article to absolve grief?
There is a plume?
There is a vanishment a bestowal?
A pentiment of a hock or knee?
A swivel symptom throughout, the description of
a neck?
A phrase who collapses, a patient wearing
the nightgown to an operation?
Its prell?
A silence (her laughter) cohabiting with this prell?
Touch her ear or syllable?
Prevent or disinfer?
(If another one would have called them at that very moment, the thirst slaked from a jar. A foil astonishes, the gleam of a wet thigh where a line was drawn from the head’s lip, the lip of the other, a girl. To astonish a herborium. To bring forth doubt is also to “cherish”. “Do the solitudes feel?” Do these prescient confluxes confer, or found? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------)
Who “rose up”?
Who penetrated a firmament of glee?
Whose fixture brought joy to a soft hand?
Whose eye sought where sought was?
Which this was “this” known?
Which parenthesis drawn round “doubt”?
A perpetration of a fleet moment?
A taboo withdrawn into caress?
An aimless girl’s sentiment to cherish?
A particle of uplifted gloom?
A sated note in the bowl or socket of wet bone?
Could we be prefigured in such a syllable?
Could our philosopher’s garment render doubt?
Could circumstance fain the nougat of ardour?
Could “exist” tremble in the groin?
Who registered an oration of doubt?
Whose pulse convected a praetorial arrangement?
Whose love read “luck”, there, or in
the Upanishads?
Whose broke down?
Who “coiled a learnt rope”?
Who “braved” impediment?
Who called out “ojo por ojo”?
Whose breast ached at the very left where touched “once”?
Who wrote “ultimo”, or “trajectory”, thereafter?
What crescent learned grief in a road?
Whose dog’s eyes stared “up”?
Whose vigil mattered? A missing “r”?
Who called out, the imperturbable?
Whose light fixed on an her ear?
Who, seeing this ear, gradually, came to shore?
Who came to shore?
Who, seeing it, gradually came to shore?
Obedience here was a brave lectern. Here was a page where grief had been cemented. The arbours grew space for these two girls. The arbours “came” to them. This was their arbour.
Who remembers, “doubt was banished”.
Was doubt banished?
Was there another, another name?
If the complication’s ragged note of salience?
Do the solitudes amass or “feel”?
Is a drubbed key a particular of the her sternum?
Do we medicate for doubt?
Is circumstance a metography in the ear?
Her seasonable embellish?
Her way with a trout?
Her obvious grip to the palatable signet?
A wariness or “to fend”?
That bend in the armature of circumstance?
An oboe with a red fruit?
The full note played by a cancer?
A pusicle of immended glout? Abended? Hoyne?
Bewitch a scar of her a groin
establish mirth here
o speak to me of girls, girls, girls
is inappropriate
to confer belief
A wine or faint glow circumstance
her an endeavour to ignite
these capable priestesses
Aron a heightened touch or weal
be to plague (placate) my labial curl
doubled or entwined
caesural
But if impetuous hailed.
Topically hailed.
If she, lips of. Wanting tectonic instrumentality or phase?
Who wants such, such a heated gaze?
Who said it without dread?
Who anchored?
Whose “love” anchored? Who said “here”?
A testament. A filamental surge.
Whose sobriety weakened?
Who toiled through?
A cold of what could fail
or trek
But can we speak or mitigate a
failure here
A broached circumstance to endure
her arm bent “usually”
confers
Establishment a nougat
ardour did thus visitate
“made” or harkened
vocable a word’s tentation
coalescent
for vocabular trees
her a rapture of, enrapt
entry of groin’s syllable
Which one’s rictus “came” in etymohc pleasure?
Which merited or endowed?
Who permits?
Whose rector of emphatic stone?
Whose figura deduction is a coloratura?
Creatine of the lung?
A “narrow miss” we cohabit?
Whose chiasmatic imbrication of the visible?
Whose subtle broach of “dear”?
Who feinted?
Whose tome glistened “hors le texte”?
Was her textual endeavour a mortal glean?
Was its topography craven?
Were there eggs or stars?
In the wound where the light fell, a swordsman?
Is there an accountancy that marries the rock of grief?
How so?
Forensic?
A few payments for a “plough” in tonic soil?
Her wayward fenicule?
Whose indurated habit?
Whose rictus of the phrase brought a her motivation to a grove?
Which one had the hearing of a diode teacup?
Which one, picking the bloom, made leaves treble?
Which haptic gleam portrayed a patina on the thread of solace?
Which one’s wanton call, consequent?
Who located?
Who “poured forth”?
Whose abstemious nature was curtailed?
A momentary lapsus, curtailed …
A figural stutter in the mondial “dear”
A fesicule immortalized in the lineament of “dross”
Of a cartographer’s mint correction
If we “set forth” sooner?
If our arm bands of the hospital murmured less?
If the capistus hazily draught amend?
Who says the spictal quantity must prevail?
Who calls forth the modicum?
Whose line has “wandered”?
If between us there could be
no cold
What abscess would permit
assail
The marker we have each “set” out
in federal calm
Glistens
A harbour quintessent each of us
will shun
where “will” is a lip’s brent impediment
an inner scoff
a difficulty
a pure difficulty of designate plume
though to say “so”, makes us laugh
seismic in figuration
wrenching, again, the cord of believability
we turn from
each day
waking into the a salt
What is “a fact”?
What is the alterity of the visiple?
What is “in favour”?
What is “a sentiment”?
Who calls forth “miasmic plurality”?
Who wishes for “something else”?
Who craves “human feeling”?
Who “remembers” such an act?
Could the peripheral act vanish?
Could a typography coagulate to permit?
Whose altercation the reconnaissance of childhood?
The birth of the father?
All daughters’ witness? Amass or perturb?
Juncture or this dress?
Whose plasticity in the advent bore a wound?
Who appealed to “corporeal resonance”?
Whose opacity was a “thickness” in the letter,
a coin awry?
Whose elemental thickness “took its toll”?
Which one “told” forth?
Whose metamorphal designation?
Whose spiritus of an arm forewarned?
A haptic elekance?
The risk borne onward, “those voluptuous bodies” …
Does corporeality bereave?
Is there a rictus ordained to the a syllable?
Is a syllable’s accountancy a mnemonic for a vagina in “release”?
Does corporeality beaticate a shadow to the page?
Attend fixedly to small pressions?
Torsion of a geeky doubt?
Flaunting her aureole as a particular?
Image a wordy trait
establish
the cold to
profligate an insecure
A “deepened feeling” or weal
no circumstance can designate
her a patinal phrase astonish “me”
Before that perfervid letter
her arm’s insistinence extends
a small plate or scriven seal
fish with yellow
sauce & corn, to designate
“Imagine”
“hacking through”
those went particularities
Whose obus was syntagmatically displaced?
Whose feature evoked a paralogicall quintesse?
Which narrativity was constitutive of a breach in time?
Whose anamorphatic investissement of a bloom?
Whose labial composite shed the notoriety of dread?
Whose syntagmata are visible on a hand
after an incident at her forge?
Which girlish hands forgot? It is not possible …
Who abstracted an armature from a temporal duration?
Whose snatch of a melody of joy?
Whose beheld “figural destiny”?
Whose comparison harkened?
If the answer was female?
Whose Vesuvius wore a brigade to an answer?
Was a trip to the chair of Cassiopeia? Cylindric? To a
star?
Who, in the peripheral membrane, “sees”?
Who, in the peripheral corticule, “sees a dog”?
What is “haunting the ext”?
What “cherish”?
What “inure” or simply “give”?
(To desire a moot or mouth, an explanatory vigour of her wanders who does confect inures a delicate membranality of “sweet life”.)
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(But to confect is to disinter, a glimpse of so much “human feeling”, its her neural pull localized in the chest, a powder immune to or sanctifying wonder, the wondrous, “this” image of a room she now leans in, toward small leaves, a door, the table. The place where she let fall the petals. That neurography of a street or coin. That spelt conject.)
(Is there a this but this?)
(Does corporeality bereave or permit?)
(Intraceable?)
(What coalescence of a wisteria revealt?)
Which haze a mandible she embraced at noon?
Her funicular?
Her retimence in an orb?
Her orb?
The ever?
The signet now
“goes mad”
A childhood aim this spring
uncoils
Permits a haptic trough or irrigate
a seam permit
To counteract a cold
there is
To immediate a harsh life
Richly
Immediate
A heat to
“Their rays shook outward”
“Streaming”
“Invent”
Which one described “the nature of a- t”?
Which historic encrustation?
Whose “determinant ground” was judged “avail”?
Or prosecute a claim to disinfer?
Arbour with a “d” in wit?
Amitiographically permitt?
Eschew?
Fandango. Inebriate fandango. Implacable a her tarentelle.
Whose timorium valenced a geeky name?
Whose fent majuscule of a “cooked goose”?
Which one’s integument called forth, impetually?
Quare non hac hora finis turpitudinis meae?
Atlantic for a trained deer?
Sobre todos.
Who went forth?
Whose rent garment follied a fenum pleure?
An insufflation to a doubt?
The “her” sensorium?
Amend? Her this?