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I had rubbed myself thoroughly with oil and I carried a large flask of whiskey.
I read about it. In a book.
I was ill, endless series of unpleasant dreams.
Yes chocolate butter.
She was vulgar.
Really?
Yes very vulgar. Vulgar to a fault.
Also possible to be a damned fool.
They disengaged.
What?
Attending, departing.
Old Danish saying.
What?
Follow a track by night.
Thought I heard a hog barking.
Then your bed was taken away from you.
I remember.
Always arms to put around you, always and everywhere, said Thomas.
I thanked the large black woman and withdrew.
It was the damnedest thing.
Im not into that.
Always been very interested in faces.
No there wont.
Be grateful if you could find the time to see me.
Fill his brain full of frisks.
The whole thing hinges.
Thats what I said you hard of hearing or something?
Dont blame you I was raised in the faith.
The mountain. The cathedral. The stone steps. Music. Looking down. The windows, apertures. Rows of seated people. The altars, lights, singing. Egg-shaped apertures like seats opening onto the void. The drop. The clouds. Slipping in the seat. Thomas slipping in the seat. Toward the void. Brace foot against edge. Lean back hooking shoulder around opening. Out strolling on the grounds. Flowers blue with a border of white. The Dead Father strolling. Julie strollinhttps://read.99csw.comg. Others strolling. Edmund strolling. The music, a Kyrie. The edge. The fall. Stone steps. Mandrills staring. Photographers and cooks. Thomas sitting in the sloping seat. Slipping toward the edge. Braces foot against the outer wall, which trembles. Hooks shoulder around inner wall and grasps with left hand. Out strolling. Julie speaking to the Dead Father. The Dead Father smiling. People sitting on stone benches. Processional. Under a canopy. Golden censers swinging left right left right. Tall old man in golden mitre. Acolytes. Rings with amethysts. The edge. Looking over the edge. Sheer walls. Clouds. Thomas slipping in the seat. Braces right foot against outer wall. A quilt or blanket slipping toward the edge. Shoulder hooked around inner wall. The wall trembling. The alcove shaped like an egg. Quilt slipping toward the edge. Singing. The mountain. A set of stone steps. The cathedral. Bronze doors intricately worked with scenes. Row of grenadiers in shakos. Kneeling. Interior of the egg. Painted brick, white, curving. Rug or quilt of blue and red slipping toward the edge. In the walls of the cathedral. Windows over the edge. Dies irae, dies illa. The Dead Father sitting in the cathedral gardens. Julie sitting at his feet. The Dead Fathers head thrown back against the wall. Julie skhttps://ｒeaｄ•9９csｗ.ｃｏmetching. Edmund standing near the edge. Edmund eating. People climbing the stone steps in pairs. Standing near the edge. Bronze doors opening. Confessionals in rows. Grenadiers. Acolytes two-by-two under the red canopy. Seminarians following, through the doors. Curving white-painted brick but a stone is loose, several. Pressure against the right edge, which trembles. Grasping the inner edge. Trying to wedge shoulder against the rear wall but the rug is sliding toward the edge. Erotic and religious experience. Thomas strolling about the gardens. The Dead Fathers head thrown back against walls of the cathedral. Julie sketching. Slipping. Sketching. Slipping.
What?
Julie moved to Emma.
Move up more under my breasts so that the bottoms of the breasts can rest upon the tops of the arms, said Julie.
Vulgarity everywhere.
Throws you into no-go situations.
The wink is a classic device for establishing.
I can understand that.
Repetition is reality.
Youth comes to the fore, youth has its hour of glory.
Therell always be another chance tomorrow.
Tiny silvered hairs that I had thought mine alone.
Ive heard that.
Yes. Ervings.
Will you let him see it?
In wild places far from the heart.
The care that a bystander is obliged to exert for an accessible encounter extends past civil inattention to the question of 九九藏書how and when he can present himself for official participation.
Holding on tight.
Been waiting all day.
Yes. Slit your nose for you.
Thats true.
It was the damnedest thing.
I feel it, said Thomas.
Its been so long, been so long.
Want to get better but seem to be getting worse.
Probably we should have spoken up before this.
Two dozen white roses accompanied by his card.
What?
Now let us briefly review the kinds of.
Something about faces.
Inching by dying by.
Thats one way of looking at it.
The whites of the bottoms of the breasts, said Thomas.
Its moons over Miami.
No.
I really didnt mean that really.
One of the most vulgar. Most consistently vulgar.
I can take care of myself.
Covered with butter.
Happy to have been able to spend this time with you.
The vulgarest. Vulgarity everywhere.
Some people like consummation.
Have to be a little bit tougher.
How did that feel?
In extenso.
Yes foul. Foul foul foul.
Ive heard about it.
Extremely interested in this position.
Very possible to fall, she said, I get a falling feeling.
Still following, Thomas said. Still.
Thats your opinion.
Must be a reason for that.
Its the urge to confess.
Attending, departing, arriving, ignoring.
Havent thought much about it really I studied English.
Forever and ever and ever and ever.
I was raised in the faith.
The terrible temptation whread.99csw.comich was assailing me will now be understood.
Gray day, gray day.
Constant memory in the making.
So as not to have to defecate while being accessible to others for talk.
Have you tried any of the others?
Spent his time wetting the bottoms of women.
Thats your opinion.
Its red sails in the sunset.
Im surprised. I didnt know.
It felt foul?
Been so long, so long.
I didnt really mean that really.
What?
Give you a shot in the kisser.
I read about it. In Politikken.
Sorry to hear that.
Chocolate butter?
Are you frightened, beloved? Thomas asked.
Glad to hear it.
Not sad or serious.
Where can a body get a baiser around here?
Ive heard that. You must have studied anatomy.
She was?
Foul.
Very vulgar.
I was wrong I realize that now wrong.
Wild and free and.
You werent raised in the faith ?
Thats right. Holding on tight.
Faces?
Being raised in the faith felt foul?
Yes.
I read about it in the Corriere della Sera.
Your many kindnesses and especial favor.
Not in front of me, said the Dead Father.
No you cant.
I was raised partly in and partly out of the faith.
Tried to get a handle on it.
Like a photograph of a photograph.
The bourgeois press told stories.
Make his ear glow.
What?
Told them how Lenin had appeared to her in a dream.
Im not into that.
Eats his kids they say.
Were you raised in the faith?
Arms around me, she said,
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Yes Ive heard that.
Hes a drunk. Which one? All of them. Must be a reason for that.
It is possible to fall here, Julie said.
Pray to St. Jude. And Ganesha.
Where the buffalo roam.
Yes I mean I was but I busted out.
So fucking vulgar you wouldnt believe it.
Is that horseman still following? Emma asked.
Fish scales, wastepaper.
Free to leave at any moment.
Faces.
One way to look at it.
What?
Were you raised in the faith?
Her charms had made it possible for her to gain a close insight.
Most of it is interesting if you are interested in it.
Yes faces.
Its sunset across the bay.
Thought I heard a dog barking.
Its pencil shavings in the wind.
Hoping this will reach you at a favorable moment.
Hard to tell. Dominant tempo of our national life.
I think foreplay is the most interesting part.
A lady always does.
A certain butcherliness not inappropriate.
Some people like to get it the hell over with.
She is?
Steer by the stars.
Yes foreplay is the most interesting part.
Years not unmarked by hideous strains.
He stuck his sword in the ground and put his arms around her.
Ive heard that. But in my opinion foreplay is the most interesting part. Its more interesting.
Joyous and without joy.
The tops of the brown arms, said Julie.
This idiot had led a thoroughly disorderly life.
Tricycle a bit in the evenings, now.