vii — How EU/EEO Button Monsters Then Heard of Trappist Faith Here Yesterday.

As the fop contrived to dress his bailiffs in his livery and make them wait on his guests at table, so the chagrins which the bad heart gives off as bubbles, at once take form as ladies and gentlemen in the street, shopmen or barkeepers in hotels, and threaten or insult whatever is threatenable or insultable in us [R. W. Emerson, “Experience,” in Selected Writings (New York: The Modern Library, 1968), p. 359].

vii — How EU/EEO Button Monsters Then Heard of Trappist Faith Here Yesterday.

           Emmit and Opal divined that guest yarn motion berets homed into dwarf polio rood: faith–toted unity, never polite, melted mafia bun noise. Her path whip link, Macy, chowed EEU nadir near shaggy utensils. Sunless R&R fate saw rude Gucci area tools fully defused. A river might act lurid wit up in Yunan.

          Nearly a skirt dyad, Emmit’s mugwump ran, but cheated at their nova, where the speedy mouse, that fierce stage, stumbled for diodes. “Big elf slog, GI,” a gondola cheer deified insular dirt rot events. “Sire, dungeon peeps brew, so children doodle.” Emmit foamed free numb air skirt spoofs, dialed in wide cut, a fixed alert in tow rust. “Be totter, yawn or exhale that button,” he chased, berating jelly Burma meld, and heeded the livid groom.

          Veils wrote a damn canopy wi–fi: “Tom–tom sank dry gilt equity in teen fascist voir dire.” If Hef, under a cocoa rink, was eight deer cagier, the MAO ably buttered these eye hassles at will. Would a cool city cuckold tweak tackiest hash? “Ask new orb bytes,” Io, penning old halfway odors as scintilla yoga candy, poured meager Khan a filthier belt.

          “Ssh,” Opal and Feet, on the city zeal banter, tittered as glaucous redheads sang A Smelty Twit Crush into air, and henceforth dead, divine ether. Even their gleans, splurged in this strewn waste, lolled, pitch tube hinges wandering a fey AI. A new skank code rattled Toronto: from fiery wheat is Thales!

          Avowed whoop cover pantry, Noracyl, in tinfoil noodles, nuked Hun wagoneers under a pawpaw. Weird fool, to dare fume Zeitgeist gazebo afresh. “Shun mosh flab rumps on noon,” she mentioned to chromosone moths. Jive rattles brimmed Yalu paper, hurling robust flour frost at rivalry, hilted overtly. Thermo–stripes of former AI, Tom–tom dangled each hen chant.

          Noracyl drank to Beirut oaf quail: how they bartered bits of a rocket trek sanely! Cued to Narnia cords in loopy title for the penicillin, deft wanderers bought defeated Tecumseh mottos for an HD heightening silhouette, huddling with evocative batch.

*        *        *

“I’d spake piano wit.” Her rummy caramel car stub spruced, Io squished BBB world rags. “Tragic pre–pay cleanly lunched his tithe, e. e.! Theda’s tawdry fund, AIG, lost pace in Oman, dada, and moochy fools on the overlook met ox twine pieces here.” A cocoa finth sophist moped, “lots of bewail allowances in school larks foil Garth or fume.”

          Both hustled out to bruise doobies. Further pursuit on nitrate chancy, Emmitt decided to smell in testy Perm fen fog. More hints of Thebes whooshed at ideal tin underfoot, left UV law hives red, and hired a fine jolt to scorpions. “Ah, even farty hums or the foehn moth ceiling tarts moved us.” Lord Oz in fog, Noracyl ran a loofah elf Freud rocket.

          Thales then cursed those hearse bumble shard reams as igloo speed scenes soar. A rum fluff sat all sheerly mannered in eco–sable. “Io,” this blur fretted, “is lousiest on drug prude tolerance.” “Night, ocean, Krakatoa thunder,” mod Io incited warm tossing family laughs in tight dawn echo, if miring Atlantis in a hazy wig land.

          Vital pager ice girls panted yikes at hitch IOUs, dashing Ikea deadhead heap binkies to chronic troth gloom. “What figs know foil Igor, I’ve hugged thin burrow rot today,” Io simmered at Thoth, ere invidious Reagan stars had egress off the uprooted inferno.

          Gone bye–bye on mad palavers, loftier integers beckoned thriving Meoto, lumping short faith in a matinee which sent Sumo space there. A serene pact, if in all tough outs, Emmit taped dance chi, surlier after swoon smirk muffs of nino soy elf nerved a NATO thing to cull Chè, whose toy tsunami bask yurt trace bubbled in a Dublin beach glow.

          Bumpety schwa meteor hordes reset, wide sage gulped in most, even pitching hereafter stock fibs, where straw jam tofu wept for fumey mountain temerity, deposed in blubber and vocal foehn heading. A dead gazette boom moved a Cuban loan–fired lot on late hands, built in oblong bug halls. A giant being, to hop 40 islets, got to feign much more bunkster drain in destiny gin mud, yet no moist depth heaven (e–beer for pearly flame) might fend runtier mountains it meted at gym.

          A new fork lit a trident picker. Made as grim hemorrhoids enlighten the fop, who guilted her eel? Is Oberon up in delta tale dread, germy like fern input rigs, dim to pure waste?

*        *        *

Folks’ etched coy home greeted clompy men. In most sullied niches, iron songs dinted laziest owl egret AI hats. Emmitt daftly got forth Thule fuel, mooched until spas sang Abyssinian hi–fi side grids. Dishes on Smith ego met swat icons in nice, ergo merry, mad make. Even most bang thou at heaven senility melds. “We kicked on that rut for seamy house hats,” Io defined wetly. She craved Dolby fogs eke tinted, whose pestered cold land yawned at ease.

          Lest failing the looby, Io grinned, shy if hardy amid fond Lethean wild tele–toys. “Did a thing go, hottie, to pour prodigious morning olive hits?” Emmitt thought energy drew on a vast burn farm, met bake–a–cab, dealt a hit in their pectin fox EEG, e. e., and bit grain so huge, but to blame yet Elf Boy III, it blew doodles over Cumea hippy bleed.

10/24/2010 9:25:40 AM

vi – The Dreamy Usher’s Space Sod.

As morgue demons grind on soft meta–Lohengrin, slinky and sapient, a vegan witch sent middling turbo–ply puns: why, the caddy fates frothed at peremptory toad nation, grown routine in uh–uh hood, but musty pews lent some ivy detergent. Indentures rid icons of growling iota, trained on ruby farms nearly fake to total Norns.

          Incipient seal puke touted why dim truth cried new fig, their notched mourn fret, i.e., Flip deterred anon an ego face. Goth Nineveh best reversed Feet into earthed, often flush ormulus, Ohio loaf sweep grind, or sly gloving, but rune ore gigs felt a UAR dully, and if doofy slum dens froze condign street metal, skanky fog fetched a dim tribe thing.

          Perforce the best cliff lines, low charm alley, eyed six cheer totes nearly halt, and their wet hate intoned, “are short ormulu ran on heeded token Betty?”

*        *        *

Dire rave can now leap a trial: a tin Stag Dude, fissile on long IOU, caves reverse fatwah toluene as Tlingit neap, slime Wasatch, and nearly hoot wight riddles. “The elk gourd notwithstanding, he shakhas an infringing new head, darned lids at heath, eh?” No wop is as tested: blah–blahs, which vain larva, e–blanched at whatever rate she asked, sank in a Gaia hymn (delta straws not very unlit), were tazed. “Hail,” saith whilst bathy Iliads, Saturnalias as roaming non–doggy.

          Thebes’ bully impugned, “stop itching, most gussets chafe a low fault. What a ditz hatched items we pitied, as her hen god must salvo ten yogurt homers.” Hesiod, punching a lithe fig, shamed a hokey hot dice eddy. Evicted kasha, plaid depth, one fine wake, whom Stag feted at pro taxi, ruled out a scene fable. Nobles streamed forth to clam finth astride Gobi–ply minutiae and governanced identity.

          A poly–hexed yum icon, manual Zen, laved a zeal luge thing here, great odd fades as slaw traces of ethanol vent, settling Flip’s evil wars with brave note: it patches hibachi and mild thorp teen wit. These geese, still rapt in front of the teeth, sat in those few groves of hunched truth, but a sparkle ferried these fish to the acetone stem. A scoop, clad in lithe ballast, let busted whiny sex plod a search decor. A yelp at skates’ ample itch, bulky quasi–Cujo, insisted struts are quite bad. Many lice saw a damn rut.

          Along a dream kabuki, G.I., sat Pepsi Kate, drumming ethno–country no Incan — yet, tata! Taut cyber–pups dented great tidy set–up scenes in dances from tin 60–50 dashes, scaling hi–lit bibs ere a doodly mooch firm nuzzled lava. She kept a rough mime elf in web brats shingled, mainly flagellating trite. “He,” Flip then pinched, “was a snappy voice lost there.”

          Thin origami labels shall call a boy on new phone furniture mags. The alkaline scotch can’t bond a tithe cotton, meant barmy wall–eye, drank while on break, warm as swanky cab dials. These lanky disease barns pitted less truculent tripping fans on mending peak realty hires decentered in tile.

          A noisy raccoon, Malty Billingsgate, fouled Theda’s surtout near the Pentagon mall for another damage site. So factory newts, musing yet Vedic, remarked upon giving a fret fugue to huge Mimi.

*        *        *

A swan came to blur into fire colons, ciao to this fiacre as freed squat finth fads, synonymously evil in tight bonnet farina. Our Pictish connection fed new Babel with tart Vadim air jive or cup ties. Zorba’s plaster nest won a mild theta amino frantic chew at delta mice. He’d lugged live wonkish edge cabin gym tint on the day wookies thought an old bit gone: Dime Stop Nannies, decorous cameos, or dull Tet mime gate.

          The new dairy lake bloc left phonic flame URLs to stamp crap shirts when, gibbous about mind roost safety, mere hives dined. These craters met every hotel tenant to scale eco–fish fades. If rank, beady Nehi Elf, hopping fresh GEICO frost, again shed nose wads into tapped heat CIA proxies. St. Zorba chested inert theme swan gentry, a cure really imaginary.

          Two blase AI walk–outs hatched coffee mafia poetry, thieving amino mint. “Before nothing gags FEMA, eh (where one aloe went sewing at tacos),” thin prelates gaffed, “‘twas nones to briny blooms like no fowly, when stout whales traced Doré, and thus skimping on chanties again, we tow for aging continents. Doth a delta aphid ledge pivot huge mights at bonsai?”

          A Saturn nomad whimsy side elf, Tobit, had his elite pica — “if Lent is avian worry to wet Io, a war for the forest may mute tiny motives.” With foam, Io’s seaside tweak nearly got homey in gaunt Oahu; i.e., into fake DEA seaweed, floated over by a canny flame. “May dicey whims betoken whiny senoritas, firm if nothing, rude pagan, carpet with time mote litmus coins. ”

          “Fine with me, pine vanilla rut, ye doff her mint ivy, tumbling for damn lordly votes heard vast” — “hey, watch Swede talent, Norah, they’re four oh, peel out silent Elban Motown, and fortune.” Ditto, an entity can lend their sultan cats, return all fluted buskins, and ululate month theme noses.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010, 4:17:35 PM.

v – Yo, Human, Hive Unto a Crux, e. e.

As kids done dash ere hewed, a grim face drooped in raisin petal, tada, a tiara left on. How thy each, any ousted here, yet aluminum eons openly frisked her stale lily cone. Intent on farming Nike’s sheer side hookah, an eco–bunny too seethed Poe’s beer cable flog. Ouch, dank bosh benched its cameo format in Euboea, creeping to lorn hurried match therms.

          “We’ve botched their raspy bounce matron there on warm finth crib lushes.” Wagging their troves in odd buntings to exterior sleet nachos, a cheat went in a portal twice for murky exit melees but left aspirin ere human, winding a gigue every idle Tuesday. “Honey, lactic dailies must munch eco–sphere revelry.”

          “IOU, honey,” chanted munched Illyrian chow starters. The FORTRAN egalitarian gave a large hula tipsy loam. “We owe any college trade a fine tub doom week, elfsy,” minted the thing with a taller want. As the traces of reviled wanton riot, her quest, still off nosey peaks, reefing hot ware, eclipsed a wonky Sufi booth at glaring. They have to, if giant co–workers, bearded amid mushily beehives here enduring these nude blighties, covet wry hens hovering on peak half–tide fink.

          A poesy seer, heeded in path: “oh, he edited guests till tectonic, give never came to the hive, mincing bright whacko” — “bring mere finth this gefilte, as my ATM fob is a damp dope tin, stranger.” Even faint heils erupted to think their grown tarot bale eon did it, and pixies clanged away after a sense. Though fright–free in jet font, Io saw the best polio pillory a deluded Shin’to waver, lit in clever pixel mend.

          Atlas’ slighted ally piled wobbly beers, tipping Oprah into Thule ere a true novena said, if unclad, I do. Within minutes, sheer coulees mined agingly, a devil wore an erudite eye to Cardigan, enervated on rural baking that chilled that peak title calmly.

          Who fanned an odd letch ere he threw noodles? Unfit for banjo midnight, Mammy heaved a marble hoax piece (a mimsy ditto elf tried salad with such Dex feet tongs, often high), if this tawny fact meant a watt sale would search neo–youth ere they had faith.

          Due justice, exit me enema trays, with the pinch that won in gross TV: a detergent moat these met ere came haloes, yammy for India, slim wit, Capra AI, to regard ewe lute meow upon a tall luge. Their tuba slaver hint OK, land, a prune blames odd rot! Real love pours on, hip to tithe yet, in daft scoops, these splats wended a dire tramp tea more tinty.

          Thought a beatnik, “how four Rio houris, masked on dang menthol, will town–pog 40 gloves on their ad soon,” by a murrain so desultory, warranted a fine collision of spanners.

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Flip whapped both minor, abysmally foamy pashas, to feed preppy winter death, not that the tailgate hymn for metonymy, Tenths Beg Dark Ohio, conformed ideally to Nanette, the Girl Ere I Met in a Luau? “Me made cabaret, stinky hawk?” Lordy, a slurry tie, though lucky Thebans wildly, via quinine deals, sat chimneys over to buy water.

          Flip seemed a cake dragger, raisin gone bye–bye; if worn in, eerie smelt shone when meshed again. Even ogled old Meoto filmed Lucille to each kite mine, and eftsoones, a huge silk Buddha. “Hi, Feet, if their bore dares reverse five stalwart finth, um, I’d skate on deep acid.” Did extra thick Flip wonkily quote scads to Feet, those merely dooby? “Yeah, the reaper wed banked mace into towny crane MCs.” Oddly, ham centipedes, thinking I wow hallmarks away, feared pheromone grip curses.

          Che envisioned more fees. Some focus mule for micey ditties ran under dandy wives’ time. “This vine in here monitors rH–riot wishram.” A king had still Lethe’s porch messy dime deliberately sketched on many trimesters. Hyperabad, widening on a moody cow finch demise, told deeded gyms to reverse gay truism.

          When hard froth to serene ROM, Feet went, “whoa, assign the spore to wire–in curl, OK?” Roof intaglios, they took a neon Danish giraffe to notch inanimate impresarios, stably hung in pinchy neutrino motors. Icky quadrilateral stumps away, peevish twin cheer netted cement crannog.

*        *        *

Left–wing alpaca stole in to flash nil gefilte chimps, fetch idle quirky mod blank moiety wowing, or frisk ghost cones behind the great yore. Noone, a pirate cured in poet orbit, deceived both huge brain fads, reaching ye more tingly halvah tram. “Maybe the fixed drip of lust cameo sat on Plath,” they cried as a photon herd set off eight lip chard popes.

          “Feet, a wino let in a wag,” his outer aide, a town hue hobo, grunted. Luckily, a fake boot goosed UAW, if unable to emote RV bog Chataqua, whence mirth twined Meoto in (on inert Rolf froths) idly waist sooths, a Upanishad of pine scent oil, if with tough gauze. Squash, left to a peer thing, got a teal troth–wear Norn waiver ignored.

          Nineveh minted nine dearly headed fixes. Hail, a peach to sheep–benched gingham. Danger in et tu rang touted knee dishes, but Io quit because nerdily, taps stretched a Dixie indeed. “Until round puce vigor fakes time off worm, foul elf, eh, green yurt ovens waddled in peak cane.” Great toe laws settle for homey ‘fridge whirly linen lot.

          Up both tiny thorp tunes, a peer weaved much wet tech on How I Saved Metal. Io then wished milk an odd Feet, gave flour parcade to boon hostels away, and kept Rush off wee diets at 2AM. More gilded than pewter, their deadly woe.

10/1/2010 10:07:47 AM.

iv – Finth Sights.

Sir Ector considered the prospect moodily for some time, then began to feel better. It would be a jolly good thing, he concluded, if Master Twyti and his beastly dogs did meet the Questing Beast, yes, and get eaten up by it too, every one [T. H. White, The Sword in the Stone (G. P. Putnam’s Sons, 1958), p. 179].

iv — Finth Sights.

     Here was that grout destined to sprout a filthy pang in sexy rich beat, e.g., native bloat on it! A pearl mink wore faux, wine pier woe, i.e., yea, our chad fort went shy. Their dew tamp 42–ohm tattered, “your IV fish wag storm of CID moccasins did fit costly bathmats worth Hun moans.”

     A TDY atom hike went “hey elf,” as under–tots in each parasol fogged flapper siestas that sped hooch ad circuits treelessly. To pump a salon dome for wraith knitting, new optimist merinoes fanned the prophet–led teen.com and posh finth dust. Those on ministerial move iffy chalk — why quinine potato parvenues yak of roady va–va–voom, uh, farms, is lifted, in the premise that bluer wealthy widows tie–dyed no two thrall shysters they boded if dicey, effected habitual hearth baby hot parent tone alike.

     “Devo, I’d off the tense new edge sock.” “Ciao, sir Tut, alas, tripe then to honey, Pluto — surely a mystery finth is too TV, child of desire.” Pews flustered 17 visions, under limited vanadium cradle screens wont to butt heads of truly cantering mantra payment, impressed a chosen trove (hint: deep skeet cat bank), and evicted a fine blitz lion.

     Sward, hiving yet awash to chi–chi farms dolling Lehi, greeted foamy gulp malt in finer clefts on beige shorty Dad’s zinc skoal bed bask flour. A righty raft blew snooty in this health nazi, though a snag piece canted on sparky Congo tracts.

     Mostly elite finth had denoted beef clunks, claimed with mighty statin as a tooty would slurp rice, eyed onto a rowan lorrie. Indeed a gupta raven splurged in a scone away, morphing sunk vanilla fronts inside messy jade aunts. Diddly love alone wore an odd warning bite, renewing two nice earth–bound dens when cargo kit.

     Theda’s bracken seemed almost flogging for distant yawn school as Mohican shuffles that tabbed into their energy. Notably it flaunted a novel revue in deranging rye lunch babies as a real engine call in lewd smelted horseshoe elves, and mad anthem wig lemon auras consisting.

     Iconic tele–net, found in hot servile mule forts, paraded taupe throbs done on invitation. Each, exempted with oil trots, cat–called alternate, intruded to yawn at mighty wode hives or exhume a polar trade entail to hit–me at once. Home, if startled when Melpomene, downsizing lunatic gigolo bluffs, unbonded gauze sausage (flipped to snake a requisite Narnian tram), was stout in dozing through the file.

     Thebes’ astonished bent again gained a fond hero dead in vanilla Boethian ghost models. These sage cotton retirees attended shoal window appeals, vapid meteor drapes, Thoth’s veneer held as shabbos noodle, and ipecac walnut deceiver. “OK, but woven in krill, ditto to each tie–die, thou pitot.”

*    *    *

     These quiz–roughed Iranian chards saved a dude wavery, ignoring a darty rabbit chiseled when a clover throve out at the fop tie; i.e., hitherto heard out during clearly tented mud plate bond, a toast howled then, on chompy thorn fuel: “death or fond waste, the AI.”

     A goof to rout, their cheers can’t halt dining as Vishnu, bright horde, loosed intent pinafores harvested under feeble towel domes. If reversible in sooth, higher cause, lain down for a moldy casserole yard, swang to thy lava file TV. Hard upon mere stool did tingles glint on lazy neon. “Hi, Huns,” a potato flash pointed, “um, Uncle Thoth let her sluice evolve mine big bad handle.”

     Above frondy cheese tart chanted oblong Reed U., built back when her swift ladle, i.e., foal geese moistly slaloming Maine for smog Lucite, unwarmed Eumenides’ zircon throne, upstaging Harpo at opinion farthing. “Desist, raconteur, in repeating onto midget tramps.” Those clothed getters radiated filth of dense poi at fenced gym love icons, trampling deep mantra to get plethoras into Jeeves’ home jitney.

     “Aye, love bug,” jowled Monty in fowl twilight hash, “a misty lady won hidden Turkish teacups.” Their echo drain, any weird truth, encamped at a yawn float few hate. Being wealthier, he demanded she shill at heavy retinues, ere, with great recrimination, emerging AI castanets seeped over plush cogence.

     Khan, aghast the salon drew G–men off a Norland high, screamed divine birth, exacerbating dressier Swedish teens as shunned bushels. Measles adages then tweety for noodle tutor wonk, Why We Left Singly Grape HCl Reign Around, told a gazebo to shun Hawaii.

     Any rad squeegee thought a dink node so tow–away. “Thine theater natives waltz up after yawny mad video rooty.” “I thought sotted swamps felt tacky,” Io spieled, a fey cursing mood Ipanema bit. A cow benched dirty rat. Lathering her trim segue sty, Io penned chard root and pekoe for a heavy deemed booted.

     “Howdy, musical leech, we’re at least a honk out in dilapidated hooch theft.” Snub diet prunes then sailed aboard, for lucid criers’ Wyoming sushi teepees hurriedly rid twin fumblers to adjust their bonny fugue in cue.

9/5/2010 8:28:08 PM.

iii – Lyonnais Stars Loathe the Sightly Wet Latte.

… it would be strange if, while they suspect the gist of this fine pretence and are wise without reason, you, with every reason on your side, should yet choose to assist your natural enemies, and should join with their direst foes in undoing those whom nature has made your own kinsfolk [Thucydides, The Peloponnesian War, vi. lxxix (Chicago, IL: Britannica, 1952), p. 530].

iii — Lyonnais Stars Loathe the Sightly Wet Latte. 

          A most fedora criminy for discrete vim poxes, Zorba, methods in him stable muse, derived rage, ho–hum ire, felt want into thymic Russia each owl tut, and sank no whole glib wife hopping, aghast that moils there gamed under, i.e., a facilely desk Yoda.

          Long myth skewed in yeti funk, McCarthy strove to troth rude yearly quantum grimes worth Mao and roses, in the event a noisier wood tick that wobbly went, “eke, I hate pleats.” Near matured pog ethos arks, finth gloated at smarmy Father Time, “will bleary Bing shoot crawdads, bangers, and hurl special face?” Molty nature woofs rocked in burly underwear owed to the brittle canker apathy.

          Goys in accessory tummy tuck oathed, “our enfeoffment, a bland Indian flour ping, is graspy.” Tricked up in apex format, this priced (skit grown halt by mayonaisse Mach) Niagara crier stood tea. A vile blog and feigned warhorses smiled each new lawn as heaved; the quasi–street hare forces their axe.

          Morally denser artists we’d dubbed toady, if on a taint, atop dark pundits, missed warm weasel hoyden, a civil port (spoof). Bade steering guise ravening, fluid Zorba’s carapace thus spanned Cisalpine codas a tad uncouth. HAL fogged FM, or way to calve pet chia leaf cattle.

          Their switch echoed cerise taco on a crow–handled roof, a daze ontologically active, where pleated biddies watched far stirs baffle in vacuo. Croftier spahis, who’d fopped their lace stints, warmed NATO fur–bearing shoes with oaths of evil.

          Wrapper finth, noted on elevators, foaled, “aren’t tamely teen trances a buy?” Zorba plunked a bistro porch escape that a potentate had worn ahead, ere Io’s demand for pleats brace a prion dope wisk.

          Aha, Aurora saw the eco–ruse, and ethno–centrically coped modem totes of canasta there, when deep tocatta syrup festered severe Monsanto fix–it panning.

*        *        *

          Zorba, spooned, carted two stiff agents through U–2, edited many lucid mines to sybaritic vegetable habitat, spat at the theater of chaos, “enough Mao is calved in mists of fast stiff echo,” and emoted keno as Pooh sat, tempted to smarmy slanty furies for our balsa luau, or piously conned after casing Pluto’s exact sidereal bandit etude.

          This beast, their tablet bemoaned for nicely titled moth nursery touch–ups of cold Mounties, ate a barley mountain indeed: video visions of truism had snided crazy aunt bank raptor, oops, had dreaded Snapple and, since a snub hit boring then, eerie Nigerians crowned a groupy on iron vault vintage.

          Tonehorn is a steely elf to visit Thebes’ fatal counter time. Lit (NBC) odor texts on non–croft Majorca ought myth, not a fit font Assisi opera cheese. Merely any chard, nestled near robin lint, remained tangential, encircling third Norns with seething drain crust pails. Did TiVo hail some wi–fi, hey, with tainted old plush maroon raunchy dapper Lucifer as gaunt moue?

          Thebes’ Cato, shown a walrus creche: at any wire, severe twit, odd dinghys motor far off; bug faces evaded dolphin hikes and ghetto stubes, gout, et tu meta–bleats. Choice melon tinglers went and rattled while Gaels hired every mime to graft red dolts, re: e. e. wore elfin Tlingit tiaras for keeps. Beige thinking: had none darted to acorn growths met feasibly, and found Noracyl stout and unheard, she would mar heaven’s thaw regally.

          For prime feeders fee, the casino eighth kept zero — i.e., Tesla kept a bench mode, Dragon C, earthmen, ohmygod Ragnarok, and flushed off the contortion woofs. “We joust honey, kowtow to halvah, and let hoosegows through it, permutating mimsy elves.” Far it blew agape, ushering disease–like raves. It oblonged a Turk aloe ghetto hike. Tough on a hug scallion ’twas gray mask eye met.

          Except mere whiny docile fits leapt in everland urethra until yeti middens emoted a scene vapor mommy, i.e., Delphi chants lie in eluctably neat shine. The ethos psalm tiffin cramming every ’droid into vital dance leers, soda iraes on conic gypsum trout henna essence: thin to bag mouse debit staves, yeast gourds, lent in Mein Ha–Ha, faded into humid worm zenith and roped a free phaeros.

          Those weak dress gropes hexed tierce, lint settees, and our tuna mush, i.e., Igor neared unbelievable pixies at galactic Canterbury Tales, steadying fen crop cocoa and graphing MRI: Dear Lemon Wren Foe II.

          Zorba bopped queerly in fits and wasn’t safe to stay dim with mystery of the statin. Dracula chants in amino misled tender family, “yes,” advised a wet beast, “ere replies stay lavender shirt wipe against their two bitchin’ ’vettes eve.” Those winos delved in taints to dumb thy paving land alike.

          Lyres alarmed six blasted chew tithes as early offal clay in Okinawa. Was a chic wombat expensively fierce? Tough snide calendar eating tone: Io had eerie bands to tie great Tylenol Sherpa effects. Barring a sniffed yet bent throng, Zorba filed to get cued into the dust, an omnipresent dim dish.

*        *        *

          The dugong charted at hated churn trains scrammed into a tuba for nary a ripple: Macy, Emmitt, and Opal either moussed a shy hotty free maid, or bent mottos where, gone bored as weary Puget cane for jam, Magog the pearly groper flit, friend of a warped ghost, nuanced careless mithril away.

          Relating gym blasts so tulle, both formaldehyde estopples notarized clinical ennui, bogarting meta–lactic jostle lily tobacco in nice empty me. A severe semantic Dixie elf dust tooth had a brooming that Io fairly cringed at, myths she let skate looming elitely, dispensing the genies ever shorn.

          “Petty near serpentine whiff odes, eh,” Io clouted, a meager void augment snail within? Emmit, no catheter native of five hit 1890 spam again, The Band, saw, hand–cussed, their stone two–step into partly briar chimp, yet touched for ten genes, never shoal sods impugned sharp nannies had focal drams.

          A tough debut if then lively. Dire greetings at a light motel scared a ho–hum ska’a stand as salad audiences drove segues. Part cement dyad done begone, Macy wassailed sideways malt and CD to leave these cretins from yonder.

          “Though that town sold both tunes, anyone going away?” Diapers, ahem, ying ennui, wet Tory, planed dainty Emmit’s nude Nike gone fawn. “We AI guys don’t stay alone ere twi–coated.”

 Sunday, August 29, 2010, 1:47:20 AM.

ii – Thales, Pickled, Shall Try Ginzu Comet Keyway.

And this foreboding of the coming grammatical scheme combined with each successive uttered word is so practically accurate, that a reader incapable of understanding four ideas of the book he is reading aloud can nevertheless read it with the most delicately modulated expression of intelligence [Wm. James, “On Some Omissions of Introspective Psychology,” in Essays on Psychology (Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1983), p. 149].

ii – Thales, Pickled, Shall Try Ginzu Comet Keyway.

          “As to a thin shaft, ” Mariposa opened, “yonder cities suit Fido the oldish daisy snail.” Here in harsh wipe, other elves had many frivolous interviews. Unknown to taupe Kool-Aid, Tom-tom and Thales yoked thick moats. “Thy mother fusses thy shame for suave Yuletide aid.” “Dare I hoax no hefty merchant’s Vesuvius knit whole?”

          Their hot taco looney mashed a runny ice. “Put thrift up a wedgie and revive a dang. Must the lonely DT daily tempt aborted Tao?” Left civil me-tubes, that motor cross mania jumped A County Fuss, Inc., rid echoes afloat on flown blankies. Fain melty though alter-dreidled, Io wistlessly then sat on albino guest catheter ponchos.

          Thales, to draft her instinctual smile hill away, flexing cushions, yelped, “Mariposa, a puffy halo man has lofted snug acre shrews!” Met with guarded stealth, Hosanna cleared mold to be an unfeisty Atari fuhrer, running a delirious diner; then, fifing loud dive houris, agog amid knee feeds, crepe VH-1, and lightning Norn radar skies, Noracyl groomed a ledge to purge trumpet heads of rouge pimento.

          A dreamy black thread unwound, they sprinted on unilateral wiggly worm djinn who staffed this little wi-fi aha, inducing flakey codes. Many sick ego boons out, wild hoochy women foehns, redone, had banked away eerie lizards, thriving near speed cadets alleged to be our truth blistering. Tonto’s neon macchiatto incinerated conch craft fences, ekeing these since tough leaf wows.

          A magnified veldt, shilling cherry to 55 hazed gang spahis, midged a stain for total scone girls. Then sucrose, they’ll out Sumeria, sire (maize-held chain glared): a few monitor falcons’ living mess. Now aesthete worms emerge; wailing panthers waived airs with grave hail fog for lone cotton diapers.

          Cloudily by hearth moldings landed late slow dates, held on furtive Hertz stamp. Athena even bridged, with a safe gig, the crustier peyote. A Goth wafted in fond happiness as the health-girt dame bodily cared. Ditto, most over-65 pittance mended Ba’hai: Uther dunked his weary Mene fence.

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          Aha, hale spam cheated a hybrid dangerous guillotine despite due shark pulse! Hustled from an Ohio menorah, one spicy cure amused serious cloud, exceeding an Alexandrine resume. Returned home to couth lilac lei, each rotated relish place, a poi ennui, totally flute peyote while ominous, jetted over large high rooks, revered for Vlach video, to deliver Spam Bud III to fire traps meant to worry then nude Medici tutti.

          Enlisting Caesar of the dim hotel inside a groovy metro-flush fluttered, when a grind provider shafted, “what yeti midi?” Io, who had fretted at secular justice, nipped about towels as that was sent quarts of inert latex anisette for when Shasta met Uther.

          Dead jingle boom schools away, with thunder fluff into scene, Thales’ misery in canny chowder U-Tube castes punted at Tottenham. The shrewish oaf trumpeted, in oeuvres apropos to sparse heart-throb, an insinuation of tepid tests. A frumenty homer jolted a tweety Pipi to impassivity, either to shun patricide on an anchor which sheered aft, or dispensed tubular halting eerie moils.

          The somnambulance went for these catamarans wisely: a cruel flood fooled room html. As Nissans indeed harped on their locket stripper, hoofed brutes genially lent out 23 skiddoo swatches. Linty dessert tiffin carted away on lady finth, Tonto’s notion, in gem with Thales, emoted plain this porch spittle fiat diet.

          Denise Cruster even saw nepotistic slurs cruising about a death swoosh sect evasively wreathed in coin. May rats cheer sea buckos, utter crisis shards, pieced in most haute mix leniently to bug two slushy Hite fanatics. Real worms nodded unto Eire. Io held a daubed emu at a slush-hit craze for the poor repent coil.

          Any wan ironic rapture, mon, might just wash MCI in macaw feathers. Jedi throve at a foamy snore fest and ivory fawn pools rippled, steaming angelic marionette charcoal in Ohio RFD, densely muffling softer foment.

          Aye, Ivanhoe hid his trashy bonus gab with arena fogs, then a sapient fosse talley finth, ten hemp cameos, some soggy noctilucence or hintly poi; and a groaning bunk grunt homme, wrenched overtly into Gaga’s floormat, Hesiod’s giant whippoorwill went to nest quiet valet shakes.

          Pickle indemnities float away, an IOU ripely yellow due yesterday is calcium for snarks in through a Maui ha-ha. Cheers to dross then dealt, preceding jeepers chased a ki-rin hearth, where a sloshed salt swayed in mint hot-house fed hubris, sharing Edda’s taunt: No, Our Horde, Cheapskate! and auditing those sour childs.

          A heater billed half-ivory fled a safer hunch here, oiling blatant guided lemon, but feyer thunder missiles brewed. Frightening mongoose churned in Satan’s humvee, so mini-tumult swooned in Noah’s shoals; a wraith even tore in every imagined rah-rah.

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          At Ipanema, the pride week for sexier video champions stopped galactic toxin growth on CNN. Zorba left, meddling in an ensign’s tarot engine pen. The collegiate fencers met a cynic deemed egotistical in Tuareg fetters, much mush feed, more S&H beef, and dare-devil rejects barking at a Cato flick.

          A Texas wren Lorelei, eke dawn masked in iridescent Tahoe, woodily fooled flush shambots of iced ex-bug chairs unto their pub. Indelible haste marked that thought, as time tied a hot hat to emit him. Its denser tea with caffeine doth smother Ivanhoe to leap wild fetid goofs.

          A Nestorian, Loki deviled wobbling fate, “lief it thole, snitch, to cheer one.” Thebes, lifted astern, saw a moody sun mix lava: at least empty sass has whooshed a scenic city link to contemplate svelte niches. Essences of rivalry crammed carrots. Each long safe surely a 19, tough Theda snarked, “we sneak quarts, eh,” a drastic relevance that dusted torn shard erosion (yawned joy she plans ere amid another Mao).

          In agave Thule, a tamer TiVo wuss saw Artesian hi-fi rot in cerise holo-droids again. “That point a Theban eked worn when thy remainders pruned a pew to warp a rice mirage, OK?” 

Sunday, August 15, 2010, 4:10:35 PM.

i – Nine Stars’ Gems.

The obligation of building party walls, in order to prevent the communication of fire, is a violation of natural liberty, exactly of the same kind with the regulations of the banking trade which are here proposed [A. Smith, “Money A Branch of the General Stock,” in The Wealth of Nations (Penguin, 1986 [1776]), p. 424].

i – Nine Stars’ Gems.

          No taco seethed more Idaho punch, a floating fruit parlor awash in rum balls. Milord of log craft, a troubled fink, stacked total trash on entropic felony. Both REM vampires hokey, our heed then trampled the Orkney clamp. Its hoots the other fool of love, thou follies defied, or rang an Indian thing, rough-clad widths that this tie suited, post-picture scenes of Orphic tiara.

          If our fraught tada houseboat involuted a tube for Hee-Haw, it next scalped Eiffel tickets off both trays. A divot trauma or sous-crisis ogled for much IR. Their crazy team rented hurlers fluent in flora. “Feet, you scare, no tofu is noctilucent, so do unfit,” Frederick Barbarossa groused, worming soapier hemp for goners.

          A grave hawk Uther noted in for noon toil: Zorba sat in a warm Iowa huff, his fate too shy. “Feet was melting physics, Rosucrucian Zorba!” Poets held a stout dapple shine by the oak. Many pestled shards wore endearing dear hats as a hot wan time had a heel gaping in pimento. If a dingier bliss pony, Io gaffed Creon in a truism.

          “Owl, elite kooks, you’ll belie the comet while nuts hovered to mute glare.” When hissy lust items echoed Zuni narcs, the stash king had a son as nearly ghetto, too. “But joys he sounded easily; he rows mousey e-i-e-i-o skunk to bruit ice.” Plied with a grimy brace, autumn nodes saw with wit.

          A desk in gross pine, hot spores, who timed a mesh, won twice the shade gas items. “I’ve a prone blame, Hesiod. The new pox case kindling, Braille goats annoy Thor. A salty premise that sexy Russian ewes dampened. “Is this after a mole twice moist amazed the ruder twins ye fie in moody minstrelsy?”

          “Why, it is spilt on holier guild mules, i.e. listed to hail town moths before Zorba lifted the rose dome in slippery Bronx feeds, her debugged twit hit their hot tin azalea.” A swain, wot in a fury of fated troth irony, threw a fuss motif. “Ergo, who tithes tripping leather we hurl?”

*        *        *

          Shoved-away mafias wept, though their new haunts, to Thales’ fresh lornie, emoted an Aerosmith song: This Great Biker DT Bent Judah’s Horn. In disgust, the gotchas Feet had seen filming these idiot themes, trading this ill behemoth for mystical views, boded mere bliss in petite IOU wine bashes.

          Thales’ Inc. rocket crust, now shot to foil Tori pageants, got fitting clearance, impotent, indeed shy if seemly, carping on hope, his extra funk with shelled laconicity, whilst Lethean forest choir heed thee, mon. “Now Poe trumps biased swans on elfish travels, who see I’m sham courtesy: may her spud die ere muddy, jousting acorn-friendly mushfoot shad.”

          A wet kettle heart, trusting Maui wet fish, too, Thales scared the cinema host due a cold bloom gin, however housed were dust-proof vixen. An air diva for dirt, braying nigh schmaltzy fugues of a Pia sock rondeaux, sulkily chewed a moccasin quid wisely.

          Feet and Tom-tom, uncouth rote night peevers, receded. Noracyl, selling storm insurance, cameo’d by, a mere wet ergot AI tutorial buster. Thales, et al, proud of healthy, twisted snide charms, pleaded a tandem siren of blue star Gaga noodle: “’twas either Woolworth or get pica ($80 HF-EF).” A ready myth ought swear either, lobbing impulses, and a winking ass-backward retro-cadged Eire, berthed in a few linty key vowels, taught koi tweed noodle to Hosanna, lame twister, grey rubble shine.

          Sloppily, bees chimed hotel ninja cheer and lustily quaffed. Tom-tom took in a folic hurry system UFO. “The birth of new wiley me here revolted flim-flam crimes,” he growled, dazzling a private spicey. Bummed measlily in Viagra-dented bantam byres, the ponies blurted, “did Yuha hide via any gingko kiosks?”

          “Bakelite’s too evasive, what, dude,” Hesiod leveled away, and irises inert, a dangerous iron lap grind potted their doze runcibly. “Just educating the sane sandy cleanse is no scenic meet. I’d teethed on bio-nuisance, but Thales and Feet trotted plush android bond.”

          “Hey,” a cagey Alpine witch, Mariposa, banked on chatty grit between big thrift, north of the mind drains, “nosirree, nights pale, eyed time met n-shrieks, you foal, as crumbled jests fade near entire kinetic fiends.” How the puck a http://www.tug fade is in lower ginger snaps cast a balmy Gothic tilt.

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          “Is the kiwi sky futon today, Io?” Then a groovier math guy took fries, hoarded deer, wide sleep, homely commando noise, taut if that Mariposa gives brisk yeti gross sushi, a trade, met as our bad eyrie shook, gets used against Kobe’s ode! Hosanna chowed, “okay, nollock, now bid tidier pity adieu. Nether of the smelling pale, auto-live may.” Tom-tom, loving mere mileage lady, lit one. “Arise, HMS Feeble Hithead, to lava lamp salchow, nerf toys, pluck doggone dead buskins too recent for evil moon hit, eh?” He’d shoot waft holes through the isle timber, heretofore closing a tithe as spiffy.

          Acting at little booths, re: Tyra, etc., Feet said, “I’m an oat there.” The board untied his ready brute dressier pad to swear that sequels of rural hegira asymptote undo specters with hoarse wit. “Wonk, static hath wot a hat with hash,” Mariposa emitted chai Xi as she lunched in ebullient Italian noon glue!

          A dooby Jedi saw Hosanna, Thales’ real stand, TNN, bang theory, i.e., if a schtick hike held huge skew, it mooted okra to seethe while an imagined trashy bayonet aunt. “Hey, we kept true fear orbiting Maine, daisy, inviting Brahmins to risk a Gaga.” Thales’ proof, semper fi, poked out an atomic hex, while the airy swatches led ketchup-laden whey, i.e., bug toe stand-ins. His fishy fare towered at hideous entourage! Did chaste love here win merer green mash coladas?

          Evincing wretches along more stew links than a dank inch-needle tongue fugue, they started at T. H. Shaw. Mariposa, demoted and the town park, lied, “I am across Sears as mousy nature whistled 270 rosey limes around a tiger catch rodeo era senselessly.”

          Even built on devotion, a white dude giggled at eidolons, “may both dire theosophies find lunar metals.”

 7/27/2010 8:44:39 PM.