Corina Copp

«My face in thine eye, and thine in mine» is true speech, and is I read naturally, is male, and if, I did not look but basketfuls of presumptive eggs all wet do nothing for us playing at it. If and is don't lack for harmless napkins like freed, unending time bleats through the washed away. In mine, suns dulcet polishing of a tlooth, «as much falsity as I can use, I carry.» On the level, a prop- osition to disrobe contra shit on the streets steams near a hot- spot a relationship a sign a man pinned to your back moves a name I'd armament but you know in a flageolet sitch I'd do any- thing for you so. On the level? She ran her car aground as his ships firing agony in sand mag- netized black screens of mites, her car OK tho, it hurts, hood- winked and The Image in Form is a book of art writing by Adrian Stokes and also in Malina, the fact is «l've never been happy, but I have seen beauty.» What a fine replacement. Blubbery and dying in my same as breastbone for you is some fixed charge waiting for Papermate ® to stir a con- ditional tense apparition, or is that a coffee, tedious wall clouds are rather of soap, see and hath sense since torment and hydromancy bothered to tune. More, more if must be, more if I'd be into it, I said I'd do whatever. What would she of the unmistake- ably Gothic appearance write me, «l'm losing my mind with probity presumably forever,» sure, I like most care more than fuck- ing Tiffany's rattle, inlaid with let's book it to Alpine, if a diviner knew you then too as I do. I wish she would tell me what to do with you, or if I did look, How marvelous to see you, post-screening, makes «true hearts in plain faces rest» more larding and accurate? Or whether revolution be the same. In 1938, hotspot was employed in the firefighting sense and whitish smoke employment gives other women illustrates finitude onscreen, a labor of demand. If other women wanted finitude over touchable repetition or if I beat and beat salad or roast new potatoes deeply in salt and oil and exclaim their spits as an otter might shriek the slightest un- attitude vocable across your hunks in Pisces comportment, or with happens in trying and apts. to go mad in, surely it's been nothing near this terrific face I never in real head'd defenestrate

After we passed The Shore, we repented softly our middle years in cold, gratis parallel woods -flottage I know a hermitage has dyed speaker waves in my hair in my Venetian-blonde I withdrew aim, hit chloroform still carrying pure quantities past evening light shut off when armored silver-tinctured hook er liquid defenestrating gas you 'd huff to be the sands in rice glass      A re liance on romance or Pimm's is a similar sugarcube structure but white or Rawer? ETA error became quite visible on the surveillance camera at the psy choanalyst's live. No-one believes we are right about to surface again. Yellow stained my tea this morning after we passed The Shore, read The Voyeur, we plated our own Need  to  be  madly convened on porcelain We lapped up our own cottage spread can't quite make you out post-1- use bicycle          transformation as caring  as encased in whitening sea scene—inn's Spectacular imm ediate incompatibility Hug we Turned-gold Armitron Quartz watch that had stopped at 1 shy of 5 after 10 forever. ETA I've read now is the Evolutionary Transformative Agent,  a  quality  well we all  have that instinctively understands the greater plan; if we are especially playful, we have the potential to become the very ETA itself, just to see what will happen. Sugarcube struc ture faces the morphinists we'll all soon treat, a red hole perceived Lost, as a red trout enters, in the dis jointed pavement. If you were to write the story backward, knowing it all, Reverse yellow silk folding night after night of unfolding, I'd brighten backward, my impulse to not a bundt-cake unbridled ... in the sparkle of the outside and not an easily applied cos metic inner confirmation downgrading or, back-pedaling of Sun in me suddenly 4 horizon passions are most often different but, a sense memory or trauma object begins to take my —heurté Treatment garde the afterimage ... disk Image interference was we were asleep in the cabin after the Mineralogist came, Geometrician in antique nightslip Intercepted and disrespecting the floor [If you expect to rate as a gentleman Do not expectorate on the floor] Rott ed, resisted own essence to ... skip reveal comparison to how phase space,hard to sleep in First Place formerly Vulnerable risk-averse threads à vue! anticipation at you nodding, Rabbit sheerly nodding off Seen behind yellow silk, should We make a curtain? Should we have made a curtain? We made the curtain, and then we cross the chromatic index 4 pentagram inside  —flottage,  disk the pentagon—tried to cross— almost anxious stares crossed, that fit the on-edge holds and saw the fabric upon the heap at estate, exposed, fruit limitations failed projective plane of Gently when want a yard logement —flottage gleaming for us like new UFO Energy to feed a Piano man knew anything and felt for hot-plate, his wife's yellow silk / his brow she has bleached to make Fabric-Safe concurrently frucht from brun to yellow, in a transformation that would make it a Perfect Form but it was brown and actually, Confide in purchase rather ... drink than by whom I whistle nearest, also dissolves a placate Lost, my affiliation never been a privilege to get party to public fiction, sticking —also your torrent of simple, raging parchment, Scorpion in Titian-red herbicide blossoms has some variety of human experience whether logement, disque. earth DON'T MAKE WAVES in such as a glass-dome paper glare at other women   weight to scale perspectival encasing non-cyclic, places inedibles minor- close guy ... oar Satisfied, trembles, select, induced me to get Clams as —forbidden subgraphs. Coptic Time again: of or relating to the sense of touch, in particular relating to the perception and manipulation of mystical derisive no historical substance for dialogues using the senses of near-extinct touch, Ophelia and proprioception. reappears —a hole, done by Paddles ... fade in lapels. I DO NOT NEED TO DESCRIBE YOU, YOU ARE SPEAKING. It's touching. runs Counter to paid companion's monotony of Roulette blue as stationary magnetic cliff Should not mean Chiromancy, but. 3 rd potential of              nucleus already mean 5 nus Pulleys at least to produce  Yellow- golden jaggery in its 'purest state'  (mal Practice could turn around on hearing that) meant I brighten ... I am alone here. mov ing away from head-arms hadn't heard along viol ent agitations of Cl - and Na deplete Motional EMF, not being a Force. Generators well up and breaks appear as Spittoons in salt, struck drift- wood until the bell but more distant ... end of beach, a rock in hand, a fresh brioche ... all very perfumed plumes must be further in we presume in this moment of brilliance, decreases in the glass and every thing becomes darker,       a pack of floating Gauloises    suck in hand, voice without detour shatter it. All other surfaces were blurred in my Undying late summer salad 4-eyes Vertexes / cash of azure Agent Sequent finesse