“one night”, she said to the employee at the reception, “iskar had lit a cigarette and was inhaling deeply, try to imagine it happening, in the animal corner”

he passed a soothing hand on a horse’s muzzle in seeing telegraph avenue ear-phone, to close the mouth which pronounced these horrible words,

and he turned to walk back. he fell beside her. they did not exchange a word. a procession of rooms. “begin”, said he, “to remove the dead, and make the women help you”.

“i heard a car, mr. fallon leave?”, she closed her eyes and whispered something. she listened to him with an amused air.

candles off. penny wept over his words. the bear willy cardosi asked to see the autopsy photos and led him up the stairs to the bedroom where he felt suddenly weak with nausea.

“you’ve got a bad fever”, said the fever.

***

he called the police, opened the suitcase. nothing in it. his “victims” stood before the president. mentally unstable, including cleaning crews. damage can take place within minutes. resulting turbid water can reduce residual chlorine. the moon seems full. high heels combine bioinformatics with experimental blood testing. sodium, winter, round stones. two frames burnt by two dawns.

five-fingered root where love’s to give and to spare. weapons beyond great shade of scenic beauty. three legs every night, slow and low on a fast-sinking line in trinidad tobago. free pics of milk pouring. alexander the great conquest of persia by hair extension equipment sellers.

bury the dead, they’ll live again.

***

you can do that.

you contact.

you info.

you get scheduled in free cop korps sumcheck.

you help the venus agent to kill the chief.

you donate dna.

you are part of paranormal used porn.

you try it.

you light a fire before lunch.

you know how to cook.

you don’t know how to eat.

you starve.

you go back to your roots.

you make sure the program runs.

you undo it as well.

tratto da Marco Giovenale, a gunless tea. 23 drafts from an undrained radon prosimetron trap (2003-2007), a dusi/e-chap, 2007.