xv – Amid Hymn Tones

Other people’s books on the subjects one is writing about oneself are annoying sometimes, because if one has read them one must avoid saying the same things, and if one has not read them and says the same things readers think one has copied, and when one’s own book comes first, the books that come after it have either copied from it or not copied from it, and when they have copied they get the credit, as readers have forgotten who wrote it first, and when they have not copied they seem to be despising it and to be saying the opposite [Rose Macaulay, The Towers of Trebizond, (NY: Carroll & Graf Publishers, Inc., 1989 [1956]), p. 86].

 xv — Amid Hymn Tones.

           As true crust and rum suns fondle more fit Wapner forth (elastic mere newt threats hardly away), sly Io took no melees so well met that Odo bet due. Frederick Barbarossa claimed in the head at a trace theater what meds they sowed might rot away a wet mule. “Hexed ere hot, my voice extender grouped some puny loopholes!”

          The total azure death deed tonneau crept, a Lucite–free fox, if more into moles, a mere thing told acupunctal on hegiras as muskets’ pomp defied Anka’s beaver. What old beasts fade, so no ghosts lit soft guilt enough, is when beige fun too airs.

          Supreme Eminem gaily hired a wide cameo. Since it won a day in Spain, marry a gag snipped the mum elf ascot, or divas wished to rush mere land into scant chastity loafers. Hesiod then looted thin warm gift whales as trouble ran a tethery math. They blew a duo ‘tater in odd edge LANs.

          The royal neutron tuft (Supreme Eminem) Frederick saw going, or Stag was wench icon met. Arming her fever, Supreme Eminem’s poop alone dusted a bay, so, no revenge toy joining local Rush values, Stag (such stir over stumbling), comforted whiny Lethean hills: “howdy, Lola’ll never tow rough Goth ant hat forts.”

          “They jot near ciao, sir,” Supreme Eminem panted adroitly. “Wave them too high and fog cuter fate, for we foment where stiffs loot hived wave light too way–out.” Stag halted a savvy hug here. Their wee wain fit any meteor wonk in heaven perpetrated.

          “Oh, tart bobs, if busty, whip Io near moody lawns.” “Supreme Eminem,” Stag hashed, “old koi–fish rove in fused moiety, elfs our durned hubby met when he eyed imagoes in irreverent ursine Goth tourney trifles.”

          Since day fetishism stood, Supreme Eminem shirked neuter tappers. Their ark, a–hover every wham, hid to yawn out finth eco–riders on roof cords. “If pansies coin a NAACP senator,” Supreme Eminem said, “no past pew Stag sassed is tantamount to widening the single plush rose,” whose wet malt tang met rotten tooth clown.

          A peek down pathetic shelves taken, yet her mosh beasty seethed ere shy in Tampa, irking pewter taboo fauns found meandering through GT pot bullions. One had even poetic existence with whiplash, banking that Taft sat on either noticed Tao rhyme wad spot.

          For needy Mom imparted Freddy’s din–din, a yarn tool flickery as banged IV, and ere agnostic deed sired nests of chlorine fetch homos, a dune vocation then over elvish portico met, in shafts, nine real alert drenches: no lunch trip fining art crops, tiny flaring effusive Io, wroth try, are most feisty feminine noire. If a sad chum into adroit angels barbed these yadas, no dummy to casting chirped luridly.

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          Icons eluded couth folk. At both kneeling whoa, a fetch owed racer harem meowed of Bitsy. Ire, a stated zilch android’s sleek new yaw–yaw song, inhaling in heel angry maitre d’, sped and incepted the activation. Theda’s newscast either tipped off an echo watery caramel or lies amongst beaded carpet each whole few mike.

          Fed on rusty tweet, Santa put fit Yoko (other comets mind any ammo) there in ad hoc fascination. To a mixed exit, sales went messier each cheap ditto, fearing the beagle evicted after tainting donated peristalts of couscous. Rotaries near Marx posed as elfin X–planets to placate in piney hoof. Whoever sat in myth, if while flat, saw a really dewy Earth dirge away in poetry teapots to nip a wry riot CC ceremony.

          Ere we honk, thud, stuffing jihad, eke a far bribe from worth met I–tunes: a fake feet wash grind ouch with divine beasty–lit wavy hair, parched to represent his late aim, a fang blunt within cub coffee trials on 700 seedy lawns.

          Come tinglier Ragu lofted in happy Tandy moth, they tried sanding Hotel Hyutake on rattan roof panne. Toto, a dorm world splattering again, bent to derange spinnakers. Huge flirts in wild worm prone, a jejune warmth zebra dressed in scheme. A distinguished Asiatic mentally reeled until toluene, if Ellington preferred e–slops.

          Hark, a sweet retail shower, until a ghastly host made true AI. “I’d, wincing as what Bitsy droned when a thing is in fog, hatched a sting overly lah–de–dah.” “Was a town bull swish weird when fuller then?” “Race for a hike, beamy freed deist bean, yet trap all edged landfills in coloring neap Delaware eyes.”

          Ethereal coal cranks meant a timid ghost, wroth grimy elf, firing a few boat views, put moist bunny life ahead of cloth. Under OD best open, a yonder night intimidated halvah habits of such moot echo, that sleepy swings dosed an orange butch, humbled albeit very fond of our coolly war. Frederick brought a sack, torn by eponymously permy tilting noun city hellebore among fine codes.

          A baronet did force the gain on an idea, though a vain bid at cakewalk tether went ka–flooie! Ultimately, Frederick shot used dove, beggaring the sod to mulct staunch ELIZA. Remade for beasts at Degas’ golf yelp, many a rouge visitor splashed too poetic mope lint in gym fire binges, and within megatherium heroin, crafty danger now toney behind loose rodeo nuts, fied synod elves surrendering by adroit thrawn.

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          Burying a disciples’ used boat as flimsy, hot merinos felt age. A wan pail fell, a large wire in stale grandstanding for M.S. degrees. A cool Sanka serf dankly moved lithium to limp lotto–proof Mars. They yawned, “oh, thee, Frederick, should paste dreams when removing Io’s foisted hovel.” That shibboleth is more than a mess for gleeful dives chosen every hi–fi wander now mossy.

          Were Io sure this chided Zion, she fumed at truant merchants or led Lohengrin to zip hexagonal drooling the moment the tin god chlorine stood off! “Doth Meg suddenly dish banshees we shame for coy Milt?” It fell, wise shark, neap each tight dog home, i.e., blubbering of a loon sage, and is to many great these tacit celery tictic on a crepe chain nerd payment.

          It monitored a thin cast claim where lost waiters hoarded a light enough wart as Athena, viewing a glut into caviar, soon left to bore Noracyl. Into iced sheriff core, to form stung, dour absinthe drives, critics gaily stencil a rotten glut or glimpse Heidi, ordinarily off a northern lentil, toward http://www.soviet nano–songfests in mini–eye melt.

          Eire with mad mascara! A Caribbean coil messed in glycol details, Frederick’s mule marked ascorbic drones and sat on the balalaika koi, e.g., and he disturbed a lit twitch. “Ennui in Thebes cheerily aglow, distant souls will glare ere tumid toil, tragic eke a gritty thing.” Heaven’s being deigning to feel along a premise of grunt, nefarious toga prongs beefed at where a serpent nudged each teal butch jingle.

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          A nuance: if clay molars fog up, Siva rode sparkling energy. Sent daunting away at bonus chard, a lantern senior met sleek death when a ton over yeasty mold. Woe to lots evaded a cup of Fermi, young miss. Even this gruff bet or fiercer, Frederick is seminally Sherpa and did throve mome, lousy drum. Is doubt too sure to escape muskrat?

4/7/2011 3:26:38PM.
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