1:05:05 I rose from the high-chair with the paper from grandmother's orange grove in my hand. My bride! (Just look at her, at her fingers which have engulfed so many men, and guided them in between her lips.) She matches all my senses, I declared in...
- Your book takes part in an ongoing, linguistic formation of relationship within a chapter by chapter recognizable universe, our friend said. - They allow a wealth of remembered and imagined episodes and experiences build tension with each other and form parallels in literature and history, derived from what occurs in the semasiological progress; like the fact that a transportable toilet in stainless steel is standing in the middle of the room with a drip stand, wall bars, clap chairs and antique radiators; everything thrown out on the shiny floor underneath the rubble, polished by the loony legions countless, shuffling steps.
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1:04:21
Mom put up her hair, and did some stretching exercises it was possible to applaud, sing and dance to, while the ballet master skipped through the combinations, and the alliance of strangers demonstrated their armed forces outside our windows. The Neutronian Commander answered the aggressors by showing off a wrecked, apparently dead creature on the operating table. Others, who explored their inner reality, went further in their search for plié, arabesque, pas the correct, promenade, battement! - Your writing is also a kind of incorporation; a modernistic canon where the story takes a subordinate place, to make room for the experience of time, thoughts, various levels of energy and sensory integrity by experiencing the reality of body and soul, our friend stated.
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1:04:22
I'm suddenly, in a staggering manner, hospitalized, I thought when I found myself inside the precise same mental container complex which I the day before predicted I would end up in. The medium; being our groups humorous grace, found a Goodie bag on the table, grabbed it and shouted out: "Those crazy bastards have a good time, hah?" I hugged Amanda's sore shoulder affectionately, and realized that I only run from my problems by diverting attention in that way.
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