Of Sentences Unearthed
Dear having made the choice to was imprudent: restless and awake much earlier than normal today, I have been writing and rewriting words to your book in response.
Neither oval mores nor indeed hexagonal propriety but wants proximate to lift stones unevenly faceted though they may be
Provident of balance level the lintel set thereupon. So adequacy is proved in structural not formal moors. Put another unstruck
Chock between neo-classicizing roundness with its smattering of streaks and verticality with unmarried ribs having left dark outputs on the Moorish portal ornamentally
To your bough though the same stability is manifest post in most enterprising vocabularies. Dear Charcoal some care this day
For the sake of balancing a lintel mores and moors are the same.
Of Sentences Recently
Speaking of lines of flight! My apologies, and now in English.
Singularities in multiplicities: slippage, leakage, breaking points, exceptional events—these were on my mind and orchestrated. De-territorialized cantos wherein raveling makes sense to noise
demanded of us beyond the onslaught of letters demanded of us beyond the onslaught of letters
When as a resistance fighter for Greece, Xenakis heard the din of warfare but not the bullets individually, he determined in recollection that his composing would respect the mass phenomenon, and yes, he did later in life go out in a storm to time intervals between the lightning strikes. Warfare’s sound in interwoven mental stress comes up, if only in passing, through Christine Brooke-Rose’s brilliant A ZBC which, however, is dedicated to the linguistic master so thoroughly, it gives only hints of the mental throes to which Pound was subject.
Speaking of lines of flight! My apologies, and now in English.
Singularities in multiplicities: slippage, leakage, breaking points, exceptional events—these were on my mind and orchestrated. De-territorialized cantos wherein raveling makes sense to noise
demanded of us beyond the onslaught of letters, demanded of us beyond the onslaught of letters
in taking up the bellows
When as a resistance fighter for Greece, Xenakis heard the din of warfare but not the bullets individually, he determined in recollection that his composing would respect the mass phenomenon, and yes, aerodynamic sleeve foreshortened convened folds clench he did later in life go out in a clenched storm to time intervals between the lightning strikes. Warfare’s A ZBC, which, however, is dedicated to the linguistic master so thoroughly, it gives only hints of the mental throes to which Pound was subject.
A strongbox where a head should be
Speaking of lines of flight! My apologies, and now in English.
Singularities in multiplicities: slippage, leakage, breaking points, exceptional events—these were on my mind, and corrugated. De-territorialized cantos wherein raveling makes sense to lexical glut the substance from which boosts theater of war. Lower slowly home for unhomely chatter and in every public space incessant Vivaldi
demanded of zinc since tin forensic commingling us beyond even odds the onslaught of letters demanded of letters
in taking up the bellows and sport at rest lift hold lower legs slowly rotate keeping crouch slowly rot
When as a resistance fighter for Greece, Xenakis heard the din of warfare but not the bullets individually, he determined in carbon steel that his composing would respect the mass phenomenon, and yes, aerodynamic sleeve foreshortened convened folds’ clench he did later in life go out in a clenched storm to time beset intervals struck between deviations from chronology the lightning strikes. Warfare’s sound distant twine attaining to trade or conquest in interwoven peoples predicated on use. .025 to stress iron no less than weaponry’s tensile alloy comes to carbon grammar, if only in passing, through A ZBC which, however, is dedicated to the pull of oar not the oar itself relaxing muscle on purpose to flex stiffing the opposing arm’s pull of oar not the oar itself by relaxing muscle on linguistic tempering. It gives flexibility and frank use for the mental throes to which brittle Pound was subject. She came into my house she saved me.
A strongbox where a head should be
Compose for pain
Speaking of lines of flight! My apologies, and now in gashes.
Singularities in multiplicities: slippage, leakage, breaking points, exceptional events—these were on my deleted mind, and corrugated dingle de-territorialized, cantos wherein raveling makes sense from pots and pans and pins that bend back. Lower slowly something meant to please ration but having considerable space incessant Vivaldi self-medicating
demanded of us beyond the onslaught of heel
in taking up the resolved and convinced bellows and sport keeping crouch slowly rot March 21st annals
When Xenakis heard the din of these-poems-are-a-description-of-nature-depicted-graphically-these-poems-are-not-a-description-of-nature-depcted-graphically, he determined in prudent steel fortified with design and roused technique (composing the mass phenomenon) that he would speak forth plywood’s aerodynamic sleeve, to convene wants-to-know-wants-to-bring-about-wants-to-prevent folds he did later in life go out in a rustic storm foreshortened to time beset insults between rushes delighting the lightning strikes. Warfare’s specimen in interwoven mental stress wipes dental records settling on forehead coming to eardrum depot, Sister Miriam Joseph. Speak to me is dedicated to the din and scape of lesser mortals’ pull of oar relaxing muscle to flex and stiffening the opposing linguistic prepared to marry the imperishable mental throes to which Pound was.
A strongbox where a head should be
Compose for pain
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