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Sunday, July 29, 2007
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Last night, believing yourself
Jennifer Moxley
Last night, believing yourself off of the letters were thinking how grateful he was silently plotting his escape.
He pulled away and, leaving you stripped him of sweetness.
Take yourself to be so stupid as if you were thinking how grateful he must be he was a baby.
All of boots and kissed every spot on his back on the difference.
Is this He pulled the flannel throw to find that looked like a famished child sucking on a piece of sweetness.
Take yourself off of the plush couch you were thinking how grateful he must be he was filled with paychecks or grade sheets, I couldn’t tell the difference.
Is this He pulled away and, leaving you be so stupid as if you stripped him of my bedroom window.
I am changed into a stretcher.
Oh no.
Blood, blood, everywhere!
Moving to mistake deferential attention for her bulging stomach.
I open my bedroom window.
I climbed through an unmuffled ear: “remember me, remember me, remember me, remember me!” And so the incantation continues until I climbed through many foreign backyards in room one hundred and enters as a whisper through an unmuffled ear: “remember me, remember me, remember me, remember me, remember me, remember me, remember me, remember me!” And so the incantation continues until I am changed into a book but actually was filled with approximately 14,000 days sitting on Ire Street off of Sport in order to drain it Pink, yellow, and ten.
The mailbox was a baby.
All of boots and hairdos were giggling as a whisper through an unmuffled ear: “remember me, remember me, remember me!” And so the incantation continues until I am changed into a dress that I am changed into a baby.
All of the market before you pulled the end of the letters were thinking how grateful he was silently plotting his escape.
He lay on her back to make room one hundred ...
How could you be so stupid as to find that I am changed into a piece of sugarcane in search of the plush couch you were thinking how grateful he was silently plotting his escape.
She was wearing a temporary carbon-based witness.
I am changed into a patient on his slim hairless chest A slow hour many years old lips, his back on Ire Street off of Sport in search of the plush couch you become an unmuffled ear: “remember me, remember me!” And so the incantation continues until I lived on a piece of sugarcane in humiliation.
How could you with a patient on Ire Street off of the cold touch of Sport in humiliation.
How could you be so the incantation continues until I sleep with paychecks or isn’t it?
Pink, yellow, and kissed every spot on her back to make room for her back to the end of the difference.
Is this He pulled the flannel throw to drain it of its my mother.
Men are taking her out on a piece of apologetic condescension, joined the door.
I open my bedroom window.
Last night, believing yourself off of your old lips, his T-shirt and shrunk down in humiliation.
How could you were a book but actually was filled with paychecks or grade sheets, I lived on the coffee table, feeling the flannel throw to your neck and enters as to mistake deferential attention for ravenous sexual desire?
He lay on a piece of sweetness.
A flock of the plush couch you pulled the door.
I sleep with approximately 14,000 days sitting on a stretcher.
Oh no.
Blood, blood, everywhere!
Moving to the cold touch of his T-shirt and kissed every spot on my chest.
A slow hour many foreign backyards in search of Sport in search of the market before you be so stupid as a whisper through many foreign backyards in humiliation.
How could you were a famished child sucking on his back to make room for her back to mistake deferential attention for ravenous sexual desire?
Take yourself off of Sport in search of boots and shrunk down in humiliation.
How could ...
Last night, believing yourself to be so stupid as to make room one hundred and kissed every spot on Ire Street off of the plush couch you pulled the flannel throw to mistake deferential attention for ravenous sexual desire?
Take yourself to be he was silently plotting his escape.
She was wearing a whisper through an unmuffled ear: “remember me, remember me, remember me!” And so stupid as if you were thinking how grateful he was silently plotting his head cocked toward the letters were thinking how grateful he must be so stupid as to find that I am changed into a temporary carbon-based witness.
I sleep with paychecks or isn’t it?
Pink, yellow, and hairdos were on her back to drain it Pink, yellow, and shrunk down in humiliation.
How could you be so stupid as they watched this.
He lay on a table.
Wait, it’s not me, it’s my name or grade sheets, I sleep with approximately 14,000 days sitting on a piece of the market before you stripped him of its last drop of boots and shrunk down in humiliation.
How could you stripped him of the plush couch you were thinking how grateful he must be he was filled with paychecks or grade sheets, I open my bedroom window.
I lived on a stretcher.
Oh no.
Blood, blood, everywhere!
Moving to the letters were thinking how grateful he was silently plotting his back on a piece of sugarcane in search of the plush couch you be so stupid as to mistake deferential attention for ravenous sexual desire Last night, believing yourself off of the market before you pulled the bomb, you were thinking how grateful he was silently plotting his T-shirt and ten.
The mailbox was silently plotting his escape.
She was filled with approximately 14,000 days sitting on his back to make room one hundred and hairdos were on her bulging stomach.
I lived on a piece of sugarcane in order to mistake deferential attention for her bulging stomach.
I climbed through many foreign backyards in humiliation.
How could you pulled the end of his T-shirt and hairdos were a famished child sucking ...
Last night, believing yourself off of the letters were thinking how grateful he was silently plotting his escape.
He pulled away and, leaving you stripped him of sweetness.
Take yourself to be so stupid as if you were thinking how grateful he must be he was a baby.
All of boots and kissed every spot on his back on the difference.
Is this He pulled the flannel throw to find that looked like a famished child sucking on a piece of sweetness.
Take yourself off of the plush couch you were thinking how grateful he must be he was filled with paychecks or grade sheets, I couldn’t tell the difference.
Is this He pulled away and, leaving you be so stupid as if you stripped him of my bedroom window.
I am changed into a stretcher.
Oh no.
Blood, blood, everywhere!
Moving to mistake deferential attention for her bulging stomach.
I open my bedroom window.
I climbed through an unmuffled ear: “remember me, remember me, remember me, remember me!” And so the incantation continues until I climbed through many foreign backyards in room one hundred and enters as a whisper through an unmuffled ear: “remember me, remember me, remember me, remember me, remember me, remember me, remember me, remember me!” And so the incantation continues until I am changed into a book but actually was filled with approximately 14,000 days sitting on Ire Street off of Sport in order to drain it Pink, yellow, and ten.
The mailbox was a baby.
All of boots and hairdos were giggling as a whisper through an unmuffled ear: “remember me, remember me, remember me!” And so the incantation continues until I am changed into a dress that I am changed into a baby.
All of the market before you pulled the end of the letters were thinking how grateful he was silently plotting his escape.
He lay on her back to make room one hundred ...
How could you be so stupid as to find that I am changed into a piece of sugarcane in search of the plush couch you were thinking how grateful he was silently plotting his escape.
She was wearing a temporary carbon-based witness.
I am changed into a patient on his slim hairless chest A slow hour many years old lips, his back on Ire Street off of Sport in search of the plush couch you become an unmuffled ear: “remember me, remember me!” And so the incantation continues until I lived on a piece of sugarcane in humiliation.
How could you with a patient on Ire Street off of the cold touch of Sport in humiliation.
How could you be so the incantation continues until I sleep with paychecks or isn’t it?
Pink, yellow, and kissed every spot on her back to make room for her back to the end of the difference.
Is this He pulled the flannel throw to drain it of its my mother.
Men are taking her out on a piece of apologetic condescension, joined the door.
I open my bedroom window.
Last night, believing yourself off of your old lips, his T-shirt and shrunk down in humiliation.
How could you were a book but actually was filled with paychecks or grade sheets, I lived on the coffee table, feeling the flannel throw to your neck and enters as to mistake deferential attention for ravenous sexual desire?
He lay on a piece of sweetness.
A flock of the plush couch you pulled the door.
I sleep with approximately 14,000 days sitting on a stretcher.
Oh no.
Blood, blood, everywhere!
Moving to the cold touch of his T-shirt and kissed every spot on my chest.
A slow hour many foreign backyards in search of Sport in search of the market before you be so stupid as a whisper through many foreign backyards in humiliation.
How could you were a famished child sucking on his back to make room for her back to mistake deferential attention for ravenous sexual desire?
Take yourself off of Sport in search of boots and shrunk down in humiliation.
How could ...
Last night, believing yourself to be so stupid as to make room one hundred and kissed every spot on Ire Street off of the plush couch you pulled the flannel throw to mistake deferential attention for ravenous sexual desire?
Take yourself to be he was silently plotting his escape.
She was wearing a whisper through an unmuffled ear: “remember me, remember me, remember me!” And so stupid as if you were thinking how grateful he was silently plotting his head cocked toward the letters were thinking how grateful he must be so stupid as to find that I am changed into a temporary carbon-based witness.
I sleep with paychecks or isn’t it?
Pink, yellow, and hairdos were on her back to drain it Pink, yellow, and shrunk down in humiliation.
How could you be so stupid as they watched this.
He lay on a table.
Wait, it’s not me, it’s my name or grade sheets, I sleep with approximately 14,000 days sitting on a piece of the market before you stripped him of its last drop of boots and shrunk down in humiliation.
How could you stripped him of the plush couch you were thinking how grateful he must be he was filled with paychecks or grade sheets, I open my bedroom window.
I lived on a stretcher.
Oh no.
Blood, blood, everywhere!
Moving to the letters were thinking how grateful he was silently plotting his back on a piece of sugarcane in search of the plush couch you be so stupid as to mistake deferential attention for ravenous sexual desire Last night, believing yourself off of the market before you pulled the bomb, you were thinking how grateful he was silently plotting his T-shirt and ten.
The mailbox was silently plotting his escape.
She was filled with approximately 14,000 days sitting on his back to make room one hundred and hairdos were on her bulging stomach.
I lived on a piece of sugarcane in order to mistake deferential attention for her bulging stomach.
I climbed through many foreign backyards in humiliation.
How could you pulled the end of his T-shirt and hairdos were a famished child sucking ...
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Saturday, July 21, 2007
riveting season\'s trysts
10 results of 79, Saturday, July 21, 2007, 3:33:30 pm EDT
Lorna Dee Cervantes
There?s laughter and
tears and
puppets
in store, and
illicit trysts
by
the ...
racing
is
the stage for
this riveting
drama
There?s
laughter and
tears and puppets
in store, and
illicit trysts
by
the
...
racing is
the
stage for
this riveting drama
This marital disappointment
sent Henry
on
a
sexual binge,
having trysts ...
Indeed,
Rhys Meyers
captures
the youthful energy
of Henry
with
Of course, the
MOST riveting
character
(to me, anyway)
remains Sylar.
...
they
need to lurch
the plot into
its final
configuration
Of course, the
MOST riveting
character
(to me, anyway)
remains Sylar.
Immense
power
and immeasurable evil
always
make a
great villain, but
Her cause is
riveting and
I
would think women
around the
world
would want to
help
her
and .....
He and I
enjoyed a very
romantic tryst
after
The
twists and
trysts of Tosca
... generous support
for this
season?s
broadcasts
as part
of
their
long-term commitments
to the future
... after her
prom-night hospital
tryst
with
McDreamy in
the season finale,
.....
illuminating, infuriating,
and
never less than
riveting and
wrenching.
Imagine
a secluded
cottage where an
aging widow is
engaging in
a
tryst
with her
.....
he was musical
director for
Little
Shop of Horrors
and made
a
We
go from
weddings and funerals
to adulterous trysts
and speedy
getaways.
.....
It?s also likely
to be one
of the
season?s
Lorna Dee Cervantes
There?s laughter and
tears and
puppets
in store, and
illicit trysts
by
the ...
racing
is
the stage for
this riveting
drama
There?s
laughter and
tears and puppets
in store, and
illicit trysts
by
the
...
racing is
the
stage for
this riveting drama
This marital disappointment
sent Henry
on
a
sexual binge,
having trysts ...
Indeed,
Rhys Meyers
captures
the youthful energy
of Henry
with
Of course, the
MOST riveting
character
(to me, anyway)
remains Sylar.
...
they
need to lurch
the plot into
its final
configuration
Of course, the
MOST riveting
character
(to me, anyway)
remains Sylar.
Immense
power
and immeasurable evil
always
make a
great villain, but
Her cause is
riveting and
I
would think women
around the
world
would want to
help
her
and .....
He and I
enjoyed a very
romantic tryst
after
The
twists and
trysts of Tosca
... generous support
for this
season?s
broadcasts
as part
of
their
long-term commitments
to the future
... after her
prom-night hospital
tryst
with
McDreamy in
the season finale,
.....
illuminating, infuriating,
and
never less than
riveting and
wrenching.
Imagine
a secluded
cottage where an
aging widow is
engaging in
a
tryst
with her
.....
he was musical
director for
Little
Shop of Horrors
and made
a
We
go from
weddings and funerals
to adulterous trysts
and speedy
getaways.
.....
It?s also likely
to be one
of the
season?s
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Sunday, July 15, 2007
hand she put by her sex
10 results of 3480000, Sunday, July 15, 2007, 7:26:11 pm EDT
K. Silem Mohammad
Make
sure your
hands are warm,
cold
hands are
not sexy. Put
your
hand under
her
top.
If she
is uncomfortable with
this,
then chillaxe
at first base.
The
bank has
shelled out $100
million
to settle
sex-bias suits from
women ...
7
about
bonuses
she had
been promised, he
allegedly
put his
hand up her
...
superstar professor
she?d hoped to
impress?until
he put
his hand on
her thigh.
...
But
her
alma mater
still isn?t listening.
A
story of
sex, secrets, ...
When
she turned
to leave, he
put his hand
up her
skirt
again,
this time
with a
pencil in
his hand in
an attempt to
sexually assault
her
She then describes
the powerful
passion
that this arouses
in her
as
she envelopes
...
Reach
out
your hand
and put it
into
My side.
Don't be an
Can
she reclaim
her racing life?
A Turning Points
essay. ....
I
just put my
hair
up under a
cap, put
my
only pair of
boy jeans
on
and
went to
the racetrack. ...
"One
cannot hold
one's heart in
one's hand," she
wrote in
her
memoirs, .....
coup
in
1762 that put
her on
the
throne
of Russia
as she replaced
Our scientist puts
on her
terrycloth
headband and goes
for the
gold.
...
Because she obtains
more free sex
toys than
one
vagina can handle,
she outsourced
...
out
of hand,
she fondles herself
anytime
she can
and now wants
to take photos
of
the
2 of
us together, her
performing
oral sex
on me and
As she recounts
in her
autobiography
I
Put a
Spell on You,
she was ...
of Race
and Sex:
A Black
Feminist
K. Silem Mohammad
Make
sure your
hands are warm,
cold
hands are
not sexy. Put
your
hand under
her
top.
If she
is uncomfortable with
this,
then chillaxe
at first base.
The
bank has
shelled out $100
million
to settle
sex-bias suits from
women ...
7
about
bonuses
she had
been promised, he
allegedly
put his
hand up her
...
superstar professor
she?d hoped to
impress?until
he put
his hand on
her thigh.
...
But
her
alma mater
still isn?t listening.
A
story of
sex, secrets, ...
When
she turned
to leave, he
put his hand
up her
skirt
again,
this time
with a
pencil in
his hand in
an attempt to
sexually assault
her
She then describes
the powerful
passion
that this arouses
in her
as
she envelopes
...
Reach
out
your hand
and put it
into
My side.
Don't be an
Can
she reclaim
her racing life?
A Turning Points
essay. ....
I
just put my
hair
up under a
cap, put
my
only pair of
boy jeans
on
and
went to
the racetrack. ...
"One
cannot hold
one's heart in
one's hand," she
wrote in
her
memoirs, .....
coup
in
1762 that put
her on
the
throne
of Russia
as she replaced
Our scientist puts
on her
terrycloth
headband and goes
for the
gold.
...
Because she obtains
more free sex
toys than
one
vagina can handle,
she outsourced
...
out
of hand,
she fondles herself
anytime
she can
and now wants
to take photos
of
the
2 of
us together, her
performing
oral sex
on me and
As she recounts
in her
autobiography
I
Put a
Spell on You,
she was ...
of Race
and Sex:
A Black
Feminist
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Saturday, July 14, 2007
BLDGBLOG: New York City in Sound
BLDGBLOG: New York City in Sound (Antonioni)
There is not a car-horn.
The wind, the law, which seems a kind of two car-horns.
A furious flurry of wind.
The wind returns, rising from right beside the aircraft, a cannon, echoless.
Here and there, metallic Then a momentary hush, the face.
The other sounds are born, clear yet unrecognizable.
A train passes, perhaps it is six o'clock in turn and so they arise and deep: the park.
Only the car-horns are perfectly distinct.
The wind drops.
A line of wind pushes it sighing, far far away.
The wind has risen, but it is impatiently eclipsed by the authority of a tram, faint, remote.
It wasn’t bells.
It seems so they obey New York’s traffic And another sound, intermittent: the thuds as suddenly as it appeared, it that way.
The metallic echo rises.
A roar, as it appeared, it seems to remind me a strange feeling as they start again.
Other sounds remain.
A murmur continues.
And, always, the siren, trucks; and becomes deafening, only when absolutely necessary.
They must be possible?
instantly drowned by a raucous truck passes.
It is not the siren.
More sheets, more metallic.
Then a hollow and deep: the siren.
An aircraft seems a little Teutonic.
I can feel I am on the drivers in this moment.
It speeds past six: more A car engine races, furiously, with a sudden spurt of sound in this bewildering noise, melted together, inside their creeping cars: noise of two car-horns.
A second one, accelerating.
Two tones shimmer.
A peal, prolonged, and the siren.
They advance, determined, against the wall outside.
A gust of bells in and takes over alone.
And someone whistling how can feel the sun has risen again.
Strong, but lingering in the stillness.
And as suddenly as it cannot be a winch, and there, metallic echo rises.
A second one, accelerating.
Two tones shimmer.
A thundering, a distant street, a masterpiece.
A rumble that rises and in the aircraft.
Cars.
A roar, as if from right beside the alert, ready to fade unidentified.
All the sounds are born, clear clean winter air.
There is the wind, which has risen but the skyscrapers slides away and buffets across the horizon.
Quarter past six: the wind.
A faint hum reasserts itself, advancing like a machine gun that rises and not a sudden buffet of cars.
Their exhausts a strange feeling as if cut off by the clang of iron and then a kind of various intensities.
A tone higher now.
It speeds past and dies, distinct, satisfying.
Two tones shimmer.
A view of wind.
[Image: A gust of every gust.
It comes again.
And still once more.
A murmur continues.
And, always, the sound of two car-horns.
A tram car.
It comes again.
And now – nothing.
The hint of the wind.
A tram car.
It is very beautiful roar of a machine gun that is falling apart.
The other sounds like a third, fading, fading, fading.
They cannot afford the drills.
The siren again.
The cars are less strident, more discrete, a car, very far away.
Another rumble blends with the daylight.
The first voice.
Seven o'clock: A thundering, a winch, and the siren.
They must be a winch, and mingles with the first, then the siren, abrupt.
Gone.
The sound of metal sheets more metallic.
Then diminishes in the pauses I cannot hear it any longer, but a truck The roar of a momentary hush, the siren.
A roar, as if cut off from right beside the siren.
Only a car-horn interrupts, like a slap in the face.
The throb of iron, but occasionally, because of two car-horns.
A tone higher now.
It is not die, that remains, obsessive, is falling apart.
The squeal of wind.
The wind, the drivers who obey the law, which has risen again.
Strong, but occasionally, because of wind.
The wind returns, rising from right beside the accelerator.
In the forefront, the siren.
An abrupt car-horn, very beautiful roar as if cut off key.
From a raucous truck passes.
It is six o'clock in turn, clearly defined.
Brief intervals.
A car engine races, furiously, with the daylight.
The wind returns, rising from a cannon, echoless.
Here on the aircraft.
Cars.
A short clatter, like a machine gun that approaches but hovers in the pauses I cannot recognize.
A gust of iron and then the two different tones.
The metallic echo rises.
A huge truck passes.
It speeds past and dies, distinct, satisfying.
Two or three passing cars.
The hint of a car-horn.
The very beautiful roar of the sun has dropped.
The other sounds remain.
A train passes, perhaps the elevated.
A whistle, shrill, anxious.
It seems so close that will never die.
I feel I am on the thirty-fourth floor, I can feel I am on the alert, ready to remind me a strange feeling as they start again.
Other sounds are still the same.
With one exception.
Drills.
Nasty.
Destroying a hollow boom, barely audible, but hovers in the morning.
Another rumble blends with the first, then they recede, gradually.
But it is an aircraft.
All the sounds An aircraft a clash of wheels, but a truck and then drowns it.
A blast from the siren, as if cut off key.
From a masterpiece.
A roar of wood.
A roar, as it appeared, it sighing, far away.
Another rumble blends with the first, then drowns it.
A sound that sound, too, quickly fades.
A murmur continues.
And, always, the two different tones.
The murmur of the accelerator.
In the forefront, the siren.
And another sound, intermittent: the siren, abrupt.
Gone.
The very beautiful roar of a machine gun that does not die, that be possible?
instantly drowned by the authority of the wind.
A truck.
A car engine I don't know what kind.
And still once more.
A noise that it has risen, but the sounds like a car-horn interrupts, like a machine gun that way.
The siren again.
The wind has risen, but lingering in turn, clearly defined.
Brief intervals.
A rumble that way.
The sound of various intensities.
A line of wind between the alert, ready to fade unidentified.
All that remains, obsessive, is the wind, which seems a few moments, my brain freezes.
A thundering, a clash of traffic beneath it.
Somewhere on the drivers who obey the law, which has risen again.
Strong, but hovers in the air, in this bewildering noise, melted together, inside their horns only when absolutely necessary.
They mingle with the first, then the siren, abrupt.
Gone.
The hint of wind between the wind.
It is six more gusts.
A rumble that be possible?
instantly drowned by a sudden buffet of a car, completely appropriate for a few moments, my brain freezes.
A car passes, another, then the siren, abrupt.
...
The wind, the law, which seems a kind of two car-horns.
A furious flurry of wind.
The wind returns, rising from right beside the aircraft, a cannon, echoless.
Here and there, metallic Then a momentary hush, the face.
The other sounds are born, clear yet unrecognizable.
A train passes, perhaps it is six o'clock in turn and so they arise and deep: the park.
Only the car-horns are perfectly distinct.
The wind drops.
A line of wind pushes it sighing, far far away.
The wind has risen, but it is impatiently eclipsed by the authority of a tram, faint, remote.
It wasn’t bells.
It seems so they obey New York’s traffic And another sound, intermittent: the thuds as suddenly as it appeared, it that way.
The metallic echo rises.
A roar, as it appeared, it seems to remind me a strange feeling as they start again.
Other sounds remain.
A murmur continues.
And, always, the siren, trucks; and becomes deafening, only when absolutely necessary.
They must be possible?
instantly drowned by a raucous truck passes.
It is not the siren.
More sheets, more metallic.
Then a hollow and deep: the siren.
An aircraft seems a little Teutonic.
I can feel I am on the drivers in this moment.
It speeds past six: more A car engine races, furiously, with a sudden spurt of sound in this bewildering noise, melted together, inside their creeping cars: noise of two car-horns.
A second one, accelerating.
Two tones shimmer.
A peal, prolonged, and the siren.
They advance, determined, against the wall outside.
A gust of bells in and takes over alone.
And someone whistling how can feel the sun has risen again.
Strong, but lingering in the stillness.
And as suddenly as it cannot be a winch, and there, metallic echo rises.
A second one, accelerating.
Two tones shimmer.
A thundering, a distant street, a masterpiece.
A rumble that rises and in the aircraft.
Cars.
A roar, as if from right beside the alert, ready to fade unidentified.
All the sounds are born, clear clean winter air.
There is the wind, which has risen but the skyscrapers slides away and buffets across the horizon.
Quarter past six: the wind.
A faint hum reasserts itself, advancing like a machine gun that rises and not a sudden buffet of cars.
Their exhausts a strange feeling as if cut off by the clang of iron and then a kind of various intensities.
A tone higher now.
It speeds past and dies, distinct, satisfying.
Two tones shimmer.
A view of wind.
[Image: A gust of every gust.
It comes again.
And still once more.
A murmur continues.
And, always, the sound of two car-horns.
A tram car.
It comes again.
And now – nothing.
The hint of the wind.
A tram car.
It is very beautiful roar of a machine gun that is falling apart.
The other sounds like a third, fading, fading, fading.
They cannot afford the drills.
The siren again.
The cars are less strident, more discrete, a car, very far away.
Another rumble blends with the daylight.
The first voice.
Seven o'clock: A thundering, a winch, and the siren.
They must be a winch, and mingles with the first, then the siren, abrupt.
Gone.
The sound of metal sheets more metallic.
Then diminishes in the pauses I cannot hear it any longer, but a truck The roar of a momentary hush, the siren.
A roar, as if cut off from right beside the siren.
Only a car-horn interrupts, like a slap in the face.
The throb of iron, but occasionally, because of two car-horns.
A tone higher now.
It is not die, that remains, obsessive, is falling apart.
The squeal of wind.
The wind, the drivers who obey the law, which has risen again.
Strong, but occasionally, because of wind.
The wind returns, rising from right beside the accelerator.
In the forefront, the siren.
An abrupt car-horn, very beautiful roar as if cut off key.
From a raucous truck passes.
It is six o'clock in turn, clearly defined.
Brief intervals.
A car engine races, furiously, with the daylight.
The wind returns, rising from a cannon, echoless.
Here on the aircraft.
Cars.
A short clatter, like a machine gun that approaches but hovers in the pauses I cannot recognize.
A gust of iron and then the two different tones.
The metallic echo rises.
A huge truck passes.
It speeds past and dies, distinct, satisfying.
Two or three passing cars.
The hint of a car-horn.
The very beautiful roar of the sun has dropped.
The other sounds remain.
A train passes, perhaps the elevated.
A whistle, shrill, anxious.
It seems so close that will never die.
I feel I am on the thirty-fourth floor, I can feel I am on the alert, ready to remind me a strange feeling as they start again.
Other sounds are still the same.
With one exception.
Drills.
Nasty.
Destroying a hollow boom, barely audible, but hovers in the morning.
Another rumble blends with the first, then they recede, gradually.
But it is an aircraft.
All the sounds An aircraft a clash of wheels, but a truck and then drowns it.
A blast from the siren, as if cut off key.
From a masterpiece.
A roar of wood.
A roar, as it appeared, it sighing, far away.
Another rumble blends with the first, then drowns it.
A sound that sound, too, quickly fades.
A murmur continues.
And, always, the two different tones.
The murmur of the accelerator.
In the forefront, the siren.
And another sound, intermittent: the siren, abrupt.
Gone.
The very beautiful roar of a machine gun that does not die, that be possible?
instantly drowned by the authority of the wind.
A truck.
A car engine I don't know what kind.
And still once more.
A noise that it has risen, but the sounds like a car-horn interrupts, like a machine gun that way.
The siren again.
The wind has risen, but lingering in turn, clearly defined.
Brief intervals.
A rumble that way.
The sound of various intensities.
A line of wind between the alert, ready to fade unidentified.
All that remains, obsessive, is the wind, which seems a few moments, my brain freezes.
A thundering, a clash of traffic beneath it.
Somewhere on the drivers who obey the law, which has risen again.
Strong, but hovers in the air, in this bewildering noise, melted together, inside their horns only when absolutely necessary.
They mingle with the first, then the siren, abrupt.
Gone.
The hint of wind between the wind.
It is six more gusts.
A rumble that be possible?
instantly drowned by a sudden buffet of a car, completely appropriate for a few moments, my brain freezes.
A car passes, another, then the siren, abrupt.
...
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Saturday, July 7, 2007
wonkette
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Rumors On The Internets Mitt Romney: Anal Intruder * Fred Thompson loves abortions almost as much up there, but most people drive slower when they're high * Yes, a lot of things he hasn’t totally fucked up there, but most people have officially called for a while to be named Bush … even a black!
[Newsweek] 3 comments Except not named Bush … even a black!
[Newsweek] 3 comments Jackass - Wonkette dept.
of racial encounters Peggy Noonan and 46% want bush impeached * 72% of impotent rage Everybody Wants Bush and/or Cheney To Resign/Be Impeached According to distract with Windows MovieMaker.
[IMAO] * On President Shitforbrain’s birthday, even the list of Blackberries.
[WP] * Yeas and 46% want bush impeached and sent to smoke a Mexican She was walking, in the name of the country.
Ever This Weekend The “Impeach Bush more Free 'IMPEACH' tops for the dough.
[NYP] FRI JUL 6 2007 AT 9:06 pm BY PAREENE 759 views 22 comments Latest by Motortruck: Narco-Farco Cockroach.
more Take that, Washington - Wonkette your friends will hate you could throw this gentleman a Happy Birthday Oh wait, wrong president.
more cash to the Infidel Is This Man Smiling?
fredodrugs.jpg Despite Gonzales’ 200 month sentence, the cover.
* A libertarian magazine with only 49% + pending indictment = sudden realization that she is debatable.
[Passport] * Al Gore is it this many refugees alive to let the campaign trail.
[WP] * Page Six: Judith Giuliani [Prowler] * John Edwards and Nays: Live Earth' To Resign/Be Impeached According to a lot of and many more A YouTube video.
* President Shitforbrain’s birthday, even the list of them to a 70 minute String Cheese Incident guitar solo?
That simple question is about to smoke a clean apron.
Will big U.S.
job gains raise inflation risks?
[MSNBC] FRI JUL 6 2007 AT 3:00 pm BY PAREENE 759 views 13 comments progress on the campaign trail.
[WP] * Page Six: Judith Giuliani [Prowler] * John Edwards and sent to Resign and/or be impeached: * 72% of the country.
Ever This Weekend The Post has nightmares about Ralph Nader.
[The Swamp] * Hillary has threatened the impetus behind “jam band fan or 14 other congresspeople you mean?
First, they joined forces to get much more live in the city, on the march * Americans will elect anybody not named Bush has racked up is debatable.
[Passport] * Al Gore is very, very very old… Adrian Fenty makes up there, but they’re easier to Throw Lamest Party Ever think of Second America - Wonkette your friends will hate you dept.
'Post' Wants Bush and/or Cheney To Resign/Be Impeached According to distract with juxtaposition dept.
Why Is This Man Smiling?
fredodrugs.jpg Despite Gonzales’ 200 month sentence, the famously lazy Ronald Reagan wasted more » FRI JUL 6 2007 AT 3:26 pm BY PAREENE 181 views 10 comments we're just as much as Rudy Giuliani.
[Prowler] * John Edwards and her latest column.
more Latina Sexy Hot Caliente!!
dept.
of endless bummer Bein' Prezident's Hard Work George W.
Bush has racked up for his lack of sloppy seconds Al Gore has nightmares about Ralph Nader.
[The Swamp] * Hillary has yet to build levy's around them to the District with only 49% + pending indictment = sudden realization that he retains full confidence in the “is it this thing that looks like to let the maintenance of impotent rage Everybody Wants You to the Infidel Is This Man Smiling?
fredodrugs.jpg Despite Gonzales’ 200 month sentence, the Attorney General.
DoJ FRI JUL 6 2007 AT 3:26 pm BY PAREENE 759 views 10 comments Porn Debate Raises The Internets Mitt Romney, hotel pornographer.
[Pandagon] FRI JUL 6 2007 AT 4:36 pm BY KEN LAYNE 3,337 views 72 comments Latest by way of the main “Live Earth” concert, Al Gore is it this many refugees alive to be named Bush … even the list of America’s freedom.
And then poor old Adrian Fenty makes up an impressive 802 days at them, shall we?
more Free 'IMPEACH' tops for Washington’s refusal of Peggy Noonan Saw a lot of Second America - Wonkette dept.
of that?
[Iraq Slogger] * We would like this thing” field.
Jam Band Fan or a jam band kid, ready to smoke a popular Nashville singer in the Attorney General.
DoJ FRI JUL 6 comments fun with only 49% + pending indictment = sudden realization that [Iraq Slogger] * We would like this thing” field.
Jam Band Fan or 14 other congresspeople you probably haven’t heard of America’s freedom.
And then she saw a shitty fast food place!
So take advantage of her generosity, also they have officially called for some health insurance, or a jam band kid, ready to smoke a while to the Corp of things he retains full confidence in Crawford, Texas — only the famously lazy Ronald Reagan wasted more Free 'IMPEACH' tops for Bush and/or Cheney to Resign and/or be impeached: * 72% of radical Islam, or his “ranch” in the name of racial encounters Peggy Noonan and turn over the campaign trail.
[WP] * Page Six: Judith Giuliani still without a clean apron.
Will big U.S.
job gains raise inflation risks?
[MSNBC] FRI JUL 6 2007 AT 3:00 pm BY PAREENE 528 views 2 comments Latest by way of endless bummer Bein' Prezident's Hard Work George Bush more Latina Sexy Hot Air] * Joe Leiberman is the impetus behind “jam band fan or 14 other congresspeople you could throw this - Wonkette dept.
of an iPhone with a hoard of a nutcase with an 11-hour concert by Trisha Yearwood, who was apparently a Prius Goes 100 pm BY KEN LAYNE 3,337 views 39 comments Latest by Publican: @homofascist: I thought that was strictly for three wacky parties.
you mean?
First, they have all our nuclear bombs Giuliani, still has nightmares about Ralph Nader.
[The Swamp] * Hillary has bad luck with men.
[Fresh Intelligence] * Hey libtards, if Iraq Slogger] * We would like this - Wonkette get to Resign and/or be named and no one has bad luck with men.
[Fresh Intelligence] * Hey libtards, if Iraq is so goddamned violent then poor old Walnuts!
McCain.
[Election Central] * Mitt Romney, hotel pornographer.
[Pandagon] FRI JUL 6 2007 AT 9:06 pm BY PAREENE 611 views 39 comments fun with only 49% + pending indictment = sudden realization that keeps on giving.
[Wizbang Politics] * Brilliant political commentary by Publican: Nader and Norquist make an unlikely team.
[Examiner] * The Sex Kind [jezebel.com] 53 comments progress on the march * Americans will elect anybody not named Bush and/or Cheney shop at a shitty fast food place!
So take advantage of that?
[Iraq Slogger] * We would like to let the Senate floor.
[Think Progress] * Thanks to get much as Rudy Giuliani.
[Prowler] * John Edwards and Nays: Live Earth” concert, Al Gore’s “kid” is about to Resign and/or be impeached: * 72% of Second America - Wonkette dept.
of ...
Rumors On The Internets Mitt Romney: Anal Intruder * Fred Thompson loves abortions almost as much up there, but most people drive slower when they're high * Yes, a lot of things he hasn’t totally fucked up there, but most people have officially called for a while to be named Bush … even a black!
[Newsweek] 3 comments Except not named Bush … even a black!
[Newsweek] 3 comments Jackass - Wonkette dept.
of racial encounters Peggy Noonan and 46% want bush impeached * 72% of impotent rage Everybody Wants Bush and/or Cheney To Resign/Be Impeached According to distract with Windows MovieMaker.
[IMAO] * On President Shitforbrain’s birthday, even the list of Blackberries.
[WP] * Yeas and 46% want bush impeached and sent to smoke a Mexican She was walking, in the name of the country.
Ever This Weekend The “Impeach Bush more Free 'IMPEACH' tops for the dough.
[NYP] FRI JUL 6 2007 AT 9:06 pm BY PAREENE 759 views 22 comments Latest by Motortruck: Narco-Farco Cockroach.
more Take that, Washington - Wonkette your friends will hate you could throw this gentleman a Happy Birthday Oh wait, wrong president.
more cash to the Infidel Is This Man Smiling?
fredodrugs.jpg Despite Gonzales’ 200 month sentence, the cover.
* A libertarian magazine with only 49% + pending indictment = sudden realization that she is debatable.
[Passport] * Al Gore is it this many refugees alive to let the campaign trail.
[WP] * Page Six: Judith Giuliani [Prowler] * John Edwards and Nays: Live Earth' To Resign/Be Impeached According to a lot of and many more A YouTube video.
* President Shitforbrain’s birthday, even the list of them to a 70 minute String Cheese Incident guitar solo?
That simple question is about to smoke a clean apron.
Will big U.S.
job gains raise inflation risks?
[MSNBC] FRI JUL 6 2007 AT 3:00 pm BY PAREENE 759 views 13 comments progress on the campaign trail.
[WP] * Page Six: Judith Giuliani [Prowler] * John Edwards and sent to Resign and/or be impeached: * 72% of the country.
Ever This Weekend The Post has nightmares about Ralph Nader.
[The Swamp] * Hillary has threatened the impetus behind “jam band fan or 14 other congresspeople you mean?
First, they joined forces to get much more live in the city, on the march * Americans will elect anybody not named Bush has racked up is debatable.
[Passport] * Al Gore is very, very very old… Adrian Fenty makes up there, but they’re easier to Throw Lamest Party Ever think of Second America - Wonkette your friends will hate you dept.
'Post' Wants Bush and/or Cheney To Resign/Be Impeached According to distract with juxtaposition dept.
Why Is This Man Smiling?
fredodrugs.jpg Despite Gonzales’ 200 month sentence, the famously lazy Ronald Reagan wasted more » FRI JUL 6 2007 AT 3:26 pm BY PAREENE 181 views 10 comments we're just as much as Rudy Giuliani.
[Prowler] * John Edwards and her latest column.
more Latina Sexy Hot Caliente!!
dept.
of endless bummer Bein' Prezident's Hard Work George W.
Bush has racked up for his lack of sloppy seconds Al Gore has nightmares about Ralph Nader.
[The Swamp] * Hillary has yet to build levy's around them to the District with only 49% + pending indictment = sudden realization that he retains full confidence in the “is it this thing that looks like to let the maintenance of impotent rage Everybody Wants You to the Infidel Is This Man Smiling?
fredodrugs.jpg Despite Gonzales’ 200 month sentence, the Attorney General.
DoJ FRI JUL 6 2007 AT 3:26 pm BY PAREENE 759 views 10 comments Porn Debate Raises The Internets Mitt Romney, hotel pornographer.
[Pandagon] FRI JUL 6 2007 AT 4:36 pm BY KEN LAYNE 3,337 views 72 comments Latest by way of the main “Live Earth” concert, Al Gore is it this many refugees alive to be named Bush … even the list of America’s freedom.
And then poor old Adrian Fenty makes up an impressive 802 days at them, shall we?
more Free 'IMPEACH' tops for Washington’s refusal of Peggy Noonan Saw a lot of Second America - Wonkette dept.
of that?
[Iraq Slogger] * We would like this thing” field.
Jam Band Fan or a jam band kid, ready to smoke a popular Nashville singer in the Attorney General.
DoJ FRI JUL 6 comments fun with only 49% + pending indictment = sudden realization that [Iraq Slogger] * We would like this thing” field.
Jam Band Fan or 14 other congresspeople you probably haven’t heard of America’s freedom.
And then she saw a shitty fast food place!
So take advantage of her generosity, also they have officially called for some health insurance, or a jam band kid, ready to smoke a while to the Corp of things he retains full confidence in Crawford, Texas — only the famously lazy Ronald Reagan wasted more Free 'IMPEACH' tops for Bush and/or Cheney to Resign and/or be impeached: * 72% of radical Islam, or his “ranch” in the name of racial encounters Peggy Noonan and turn over the campaign trail.
[WP] * Page Six: Judith Giuliani still without a clean apron.
Will big U.S.
job gains raise inflation risks?
[MSNBC] FRI JUL 6 2007 AT 3:00 pm BY PAREENE 528 views 2 comments Latest by way of endless bummer Bein' Prezident's Hard Work George Bush more Latina Sexy Hot Air] * Joe Leiberman is the impetus behind “jam band fan or 14 other congresspeople you could throw this - Wonkette dept.
of an iPhone with a hoard of a nutcase with an 11-hour concert by Trisha Yearwood, who was apparently a Prius Goes 100 pm BY KEN LAYNE 3,337 views 39 comments Latest by Publican: @homofascist: I thought that was strictly for three wacky parties.
you mean?
First, they have all our nuclear bombs Giuliani, still has nightmares about Ralph Nader.
[The Swamp] * Hillary has bad luck with men.
[Fresh Intelligence] * Hey libtards, if Iraq Slogger] * We would like this - Wonkette get to Resign and/or be named and no one has bad luck with men.
[Fresh Intelligence] * Hey libtards, if Iraq is so goddamned violent then poor old Walnuts!
McCain.
[Election Central] * Mitt Romney, hotel pornographer.
[Pandagon] FRI JUL 6 2007 AT 9:06 pm BY PAREENE 611 views 39 comments fun with only 49% + pending indictment = sudden realization that keeps on giving.
[Wizbang Politics] * Brilliant political commentary by Publican: Nader and Norquist make an unlikely team.
[Examiner] * The Sex Kind [jezebel.com] 53 comments progress on the march * Americans will elect anybody not named Bush and/or Cheney shop at a shitty fast food place!
So take advantage of that?
[Iraq Slogger] * We would like to let the Senate floor.
[Think Progress] * Thanks to get much as Rudy Giuliani.
[Prowler] * John Edwards and Nays: Live Earth” concert, Al Gore’s “kid” is about to Resign and/or be impeached: * 72% of Second America - Wonkette dept.
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Tuesday, July 3, 2007
dr bronner\'s soap for spaceship earth!
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all the soap
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were Dr.
Bronner's life work
Dr.
E.H. Bronner
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Life
Dedicated to
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was a third
generation master
soap-maker
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