And in a little while we broke und… suppurations ad nauseam, the wanti… though it‘s simply about being mys… like any tree in any forest. Mute, the pancake describes you.

Here in life, they would understan… How could it be otherwise? We had… unwise, till the margin began to g… at which point all was sullen, or… Now it was time, and there was not…

Ages passed slowly, like a load of… As the flowers recited their lines And pike stirred at the bottom of… The pen was cool to the touch. The staircase swept upward

Cervantes was asleep when he wrote… Joyce slept during the Wandering… Homer nodded and occasionally slep… Proust snored his way through The… Melville was asleep at the wheel f…

On the secret map the assassins Cloistered, the Moon River was ma… Near the eighteen peaks and the ci… Of humiliation and defeat—wan endi… Of the trail among dry, papery lea…

The man with the red hat And the polar bear, is he here too… The window giving on shade, Is that here too? And all the little helps,

Orpheus liked the glad personal qu… Of the things beneath the sky. Of… Of this. Then one day, everything… Rocks into fissures with lament.… Can’t withstand it. The sky shudd…

No changes of support—only Patches of gray, here where sunlig… The house seems heavier Now that they have gone away. In fact it emptied in record time.

To all events I squirted you knowing this not to be this came t… when we were out and it looked goo… Why wouldn’t you want a fresh piec… of outlook to stand in down the ye…