irruent: moving quickly, especially inwards 'Bloom’s longer, less irruent.' James Joyce Ulysses 1922

Read the racially motivated essay, assayed by me, upon explaining my black experience as young caucasian Américain, mid-struggle, eternally crepuscular, and all in-between black, white, dark, light, leave, fight, day, night, and the separate but equally consternating duality whose eventuality, profundity, certitude and valitudinous deference of preference toward cessation of indoctrination and provocativeness irreducible, not ineducable by privation, but by any means, no means, no means nothing, which can mean the difference between everything, nothing, half of one and a dozen others, some more, or nothing at all of everything -- allowable under my rights and yours, which means: "sometimes you say nothing, when you say nothing at all," for me and for you, and ALL that we do

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moving quickly, especially inwards

• 1922, James Joyce, Ulysses:

  The trajectories of their, first sequent, then simultaneous, urinations were dissimilar: Bloom’s longer, less irruent.

 

Barbara's Charles' Dickens' Steakhouse Menu "Barbara"!

 

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"summoning Dr. Geneivieve, the little servant-girl (whose name was Barbara); instructed to take down and give him something."

Montevideo at Christmas is idiopathic,

homesick desuetude,

comorbidity, comity,

and Ringo is its Name-O.

 

Alacrity receives review BY oldest Theater critic in United States.

 

GRAPHIC descriptions of 'tits' AND ANTONYMOUS IDIOMS, BOWDLERIZED CLAPTRAP in souped-up jitneys, going full blown CHATTY, CHATTY, BANG BANG.

 

OBFUSCATE, BORDER, HYPERBOLIC, FICTIVE, CURRENT RATION LEVEL: RED.

 

PLAGUE PAN-DEMITASSE WRIT LARGE AND SUBMERSIVE, EMBEDDED SITUATIONIST, ZINES ON THE  DIASPORA INHERITED Incongruously and not the least subversive.  Memorable Minutiae.

 

ephemera,  promotional, lording it over authority, auditory, dilatory, master reference disc, remarkably non-occidental, Teutonic dreams of media serviceing the Fatherland with curt messages,  staunch plans of bivouacking de l'isle des le merde a les straits du Morgellans, calmez vous, quiesence, baise vieux  pour le league, pour Bollywood, et nous une Soundtrack to keep you company when you are keeping company with particularly fecund, fetching, faetime of mine working overtime, Kate Winslet docked, anchored off a private slipette, slip-off shoes, her hand next to mine, more famous her namesake does duty doubled, eponymous, titular, Indian Mitzfah, first person eventualities not known to be storied, obscure gods or goddesses of  isolate sects unremembered until under false pretext, comes the clearing of all the rubble, unpracticed impossibly, difficult Godhead,  animal thought extinct, alive, and wanting for nothing but alone time and space." 

 

No problem. 

Unnamed stances on regulatory prohibition adjudged against himself regarding his selling of the shelled pea nest egg of  Ernest T. Bass, mixed with the unrepentant  handsy laying overloving self-soothing doubt of which its tribute surefire measurement, as Charles Manson titled one of his groovier songs, "Cease to Exist,"  and that.

     I am going to breathe standing up as it happens in order to calculate correctly her coming as it comes like it does to the  man-hatted quaver notation like sign of trifecta perfecta, this perfecta pony  favor last leg on with which to stand, wishing despite his reposeful by nostril encyclopedia to postural, flyin feet once at least all above track, look at the picture, its really the craic. 

Voulez vous couche avec moi?

se déplaçant rapidement, en particulier vers l'intérieur

1922, James Joyce, Ulysse:

Les trajectoires de leurs mictions, d'abord séquentielles, puis simultanées, étaient différentes: Bloom est plus longue, moins irruente.



Barbara's Charles 'Dickens' Steakhouse Menu "Barbara"!



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"convoquer le Dr Geneivieve, la petite servante (dont le nom était Barbara);"



chargé de descendre et de lui donner quelque chose. "
Montevideo à Noël est idiopathique de la désuétude du mal du pays avec la comorbidité de la marchandise, et Ringo est son nom-O.



Alacrity a reçu une critique équitable de la plus ancienne critique de théâtre des États-Unis, AVEC DES descriptions GRAPHIQUES de `` seins '' ET D'AUTRES IDIOMES ANTONYMES BOWDLERISÉS EN CLAPTRAP ALLUVIALITE EN LE GANGES CoNGRIOUS Revue Minutiae, ephemerabILIA prismatique promotionnel laudatory, auditive dilatory master ref master live needle mather disc remarquablement pas initiative asiatique par des personnes teutoniques pour produire un jour un service de médias pour la patrie, dont le message court que la mère patrie a tranquillement rétréci les enfants et les affections cosignataires abandonnées l'horreur, Kurtz's Sisterland, préférant le riz Mahatma Gandhi Basmati de la province du bassin versant de l'amour des moussons et bivouaquant l'isle des le merde, en les straits du calmez vous baise vieux sodden, l'île avec une seule bande sonore de Bollywood pour vous garder entreprise lorsque vous tenez compagnie à un particulier y girlish Kate Winslet, glissez son plus célèbre homonyme Keitelian double titre éponyme juridique Inde premier cas d'éventualités qui n'étaient pas connues pour être l'histoire d'un dieu obscur ou de déesses de sectes isolées d'un secte primitif, non rappelé, non pratiqué, incroyablement difficile à dire chaque dieu ne se souvenait pas d'un véritable animal Divin, pensé non éteint, mais simplement caché, avec ce groupe d'animaux privés ne voulant rien d'autre que d'être laissé seul, les manières rappellent que je devrais compter comme un rube. "Pas de problème.


Positions sans nom sur l'interdiction réglementaire prononcées contre lui-même concernant sa vente de l'œuf de nid de pois écossé d'Ernest T. Bass, mélangé avec la pose impénitente et impertinente qui recouvrait le doute auto-apaisant dont son tribut surefire surchargement, comme Charles Manson a intitulé l'une de ses chansons plus groovier , "Cesser d'exister", et cela.

Je vais respirer debout comme cela se produit afin de calculer correctement sa venue comme elle vient comme elle le fait pour la notation quaver à chapeau homme comme signe de trifecta perfecta, ce poney perfecta favorise la dernière jambe sur laquelle se tenir, souhaitant malgré son reposante par l'encyclopédie des narines à la posture, les pieds volants une fois au moins tous au-dessus de la piste, regardez la photo, c'est vraiment le craic.

Voulez-vous couche avec moi?

 

Signboard man came barking up wrong tree as to fee in advance, him not in pants, and with barely a glance, he were exactly the wrong pony bettor better, reneging those to whom its last body request was returning that whose family's left nary but crest   magiscule Porkpie topper comme  Le President Lester du Jazz Americain dit 'Prez' outfoxed Liston deflated in the eighth round, a bouncy  in the corner, cicatrix cinched fifty cent sewing, this skirt's hem was hawing at the hewing it was getting, up top superstructure side looks down on businessman, his mark, an 'X' too illiterate, but to him today he would make the block and pilfer it.  wondered a love place madam.

I agree!

 

Now multiply that eight times over and 8 Barbara's 8 book, 8 titles, 8 servants, and  you see Barbara is solid, antique and partially inauspicious of trade, but as Classic stoic and dependable are its nominative determination as in the biggest best selling Bible, if I'm not mistaken -- one wonders,

 

'Could its content more satisfactorily its subject, its Great Reward prepended by  graphomanic Apostles, we're led to believe, signed, sealed, delivered,  one story at a time, together,  separately, and the Holy Ghost gets in a chapter,  unforced fading memories dying on vine instead watched pot boiling, almost in The Garden; a  story so bold to us beholden of bated breadth and continuity, whose only faults,  are potentially fraught under  scrutiny of the bounty, like some sort of post-apocalyptic, plagiary chop suey Marissa's tome is agreeing to vagaries like less dramatic redemptions from the ways of that  book, at least, its first edition.

 

 Nathalie Graham

Yesterday's protest was peaceful for hours until it wasn't. At about 11:30 p.m. agitators from the crowd started chucking water bottles at the line of Seattle Police Department officers and National Guard members. After someone threw a traffic cone, shit got real. The National Guard condensed behind their riot shields, SPD threw flash bombs, tear gas was deployed, and protesters scattered. The scene that followed felt like it belonged in a war movie. Armored trucks and humvees rolled into the intersection of 11th and Pine, a peloton of bike police flocked into position, all the while I was stuck above in The Stranger's offices, live-streaming.

instead of the more dramatic invention (the Universal grammatical rule, infallible,  unbreakable, fairly  mysterious and shakeable, the Rules of Infallibility are:  "4th Person" that inexplicable first Person Plus 2, much employed by the Kennedy's on Joe's orders, to which God was apparently unimpressed, therefore 'Rule of Three'-ing them almost off the planet, was Joe such a pain in God's ass, and Don't Forget, the literal self-referential l'iteraionitive' Deux ex Machina , now an overused sitcom trope."

Provided those baker's dozen ascetic authors, one book in them but not even one paltry hapenny's portion of advance during authoring,  the outright duplicitous jewry regarding God's v. Dickens's Publishers' access and fair offering of very high value by credibility, to funds, and I'm giving God the Benefit of the Doubt, by not applying the more miserly term for which he may not be forgiven for except by me and here, the more severe 'penurious' descriptor, even moreso than the miserly yellow journalist shills and rag publishers, and their by-the-word penny payments, to which Apostles, scribes, and papermakers all labored without so much as the whiff of that paltry remuneration.

But more and still, do you not agree that had Mr. Dickens been born a little earlier and of swarthier hue and lineage, would you deny the idea that had he been there, and had he written even one Book, that it might perhaps, have been imbued of many positive and more readable and  believable expository information, and more balanced, as he is proven to be Master by history and his story, that little bagatelle which begins that true Miracle of Openers, Beginnings, Descriptive but Poetic, Parable preview without need of Spoiler Alerts, in  just one of   Dickens's most famous, rightly so, counterbalanced marvels of the English language and written as if not about God but by Him, or at least, through him, that opening salvo of Great Expectations and the mastery of his non-epistolary enfolding prose, the almost palpable feeling and senaesthetic thrill of the thrill, each time we read it, but here in this instance, poor CD at least gets some coins from the Publisher and in advance, not each chapter, thereby feeding Charles, no  rag  pushing space-filling pageturners, no matter, his never diluting his prose by  never diminishing his focus on quality, not versus, quantity, but with it. 

Imagine Christmastime imagined by  St. Charles the Writer, instead of Mr. Crathet, Herod, Tiny's the Christ, Mary's written out early, and Tiny's line gets changed to 'I bless us, everyone.'

send me one scene from Bible with the plot reimagined and plotted out like one from your friend, Chuck.

Charles, Bluss Us, Everyone.

M.

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 From all, as if she look genteel, and the bottom laughing and wondering as precisely ordered Barbara, say that she had to his fortune, concerning little to eat, cold meat and tokens of his outfit from the people who Mr Christopher must be, and in their wildest dreams have calculated upon us imperatively to Barbara, sir, and didn't she (looking accidentally at very early, many young women quite fascinated with you, and gradually familiarizing him something to conceive she; and Barbara, his mother was but she say that there with the way , which nobody could help believing, Mr Christopher; and to call upon the tap of wine; and wondering quite in it well as a trembling lent over her eyelashes, and Barbara, mildly observed,  the old lady but Fortune and you to interest receipt, Barbara, raised glasses.

again. a perfect windfall awaited. Well? extraordinary listeners heard Ne. Unremarkably occasioned, but how she did and did pour  gently the tiding amber let breathe, the holiday Montvideo Christmas party ideopathic was its name-O.

 When pity but trembling remarkably drinks the trembling child's childish frears and shows exact  hatsizer the extent of its prodigious Jules Verne Meets Leonardo (famously write "100 Leagues Mona" and paint "Lisa Under Ocean, See"). 

Redoubtably, one thinks rightsizing, Steampunk Victorian, Rube Goldberg apotheoses last-named comeuppance, bluing glowed gluing, absinthe fee verte, fairly, gloved handsome glove palm clapping muffled remuneration shall necessitate felicitation  rarely seen, nonperforming alacrity, well-received, were its Revue Minuit.

I hoped to come to him with both hands inchoate pocketed watch, breathing and full of tact,  two eyes undotted in the way of a hurry in the way of a Curry I once supped in New Delhi with Matma Gandhi, whose manners reminded one if I should count him as a Mayberry rube with Andy Griffith's show, the last named circumstance  selling of the shelled pea-rich Ernest T. Bass, laying hands overgloved praying doubt its tribute surefire and cease it,  I am going to breathe standing up, my lot as it happened, calculated correct  and it come like it does to the gentleman tophatted a quivering sign of trifecta perfecta, this prefecta pony's favor last leg to stand on with wishing spite his nosefull to notril, encyclopedia to postural, flyin feet once at least all above track, look at the picture, its really the craic. 

All equine sequins champion champers chomping its bit this social bargain minuet by the minute, shoulder to cheek, no swearing or fondling, just sharing squeaked out reparte sans l'accompanier non sachet, voulez vous couche avec moi? Signboard man came barking up the wrong tree as to fee in advance, him not in pants, and with barely a glance, he were exactly the wrong pony bettor better, renegging those to whom its last body request was returning that whose family's left nary but crest  

 " ... and I'm not going to bet on you," said the woman to the con artist in David Mamet's newly opened Broadway grift-riffing big end  snapping noirey eel, limining with limey, activating coca, his line, his book, cast off of, now on to its crowded expectant new readers, her sides both pursed and bursting with blue board-broad billets, ecruing soft sunrise azure skies, a maguscule Porkpie topper comme  Le President Lester du Jazz Americain dit 'Prez' outboxed sat Liston, the eighth in the corner, cicatrice cinched fifty cent sewing, this skirt's hem was hawing at the hewing it was getting, up top superstructure side looks down on businessman, his mark, an 'X' too illiterate, but to him today he would make the block and pilfer it. 

\\

A Jack to a King to a con shorting longs, a shark to a silver yelow flash (ad infinitum), a wick, aka dick, a stalk loss lede, buried by the bowl with the train station's ticket, and still cash bashing cryptocurrencied virtual badinage antenoir, anti-Broadway, bulbs blinking white light, spelunking echoic inebriate buttresses  adumbrating nearness as Mamet exalted excelling prepartite evening's pristine adamite -- antithetical Aaron Sorkin, the screenwriting hard-on --it's now been six hours and nothing's going down; its tumescent member the missing link of Indian ink whose hot waxed seal rolling his prick was the tool, who didn't leave pork in as suggested by doctors, according to his lovers, he'd underdone his masceration, or so they would say it upon amour digitalis, Viagra - Vitalis, long may the oath Hypocratically oathed include in its promise of painstaking pillules, all that entails persiflage, pestling, persistant perand hectoring were the loud, long enough to predict its  prequel before its sequel novlized itself oroborous rolling downhill being chased by an agent -- but not Mamet's  wittier, spittier, vocalizations, onomatopoeic cacophononous coughing productive of flem, that peridot mucus was the very essence Rod Stewart caould ocunt on when he needed to ask, 'Do you think I'm Sexy?' and a spinning disque at 33 1/3 RPM not one more, were two ears, one mouth, Judge Judy Court Popup, then pop pop, one, pop pop, two, waltz schmaltz, bells, no whistles, and faster fapping lap mashing called dancing was Mdme. head of House, ex tempre Felatrix, full on manipulation manumission half fondle half pulling deep turnips from out of the grip of its comfortable bed, her fingernails scraping the top of the head, then Urethra meet oddly buzzing bright invasion, and send red rover forth to land in proximate touch down, in epic unquitable bursts came glutinous Jamma of Anzu and butter, oleaginous ointment for which to apply a dab on the cheek and under the eye, chlorine or Chlorox, indescribable chimaera was its eau du ammonium nourishment, noire creme, 20 Euros extraordinate ordinance issued by Big Bertha, a gun, like a sardine is a fish in reverse, with Captain's permission,

 

skimping THE ACTION FROM 'B,' forgoing 'C' its CLOSURE, AND THE 'A,' STRANGELY inconclusive AS TO ITS rearview back-facing reflection, its taillights aglow, remaindering out, "Ride Sally, Ride ... with the DEVIL WITH THE blue dress blue dress," shouting SELF-SOOTHING while two world's elide, apoptotic LINGUISTIC SHORTCUTS, LIKE AN umbrageous  'geezy of cleezy,' HE said ABOUT Brandon from down da bayya to the right, called Gauche.

Some

speak a version, some envision a virgin, and some never leave Fisherman's Wharf onside Bayou Gauche, Indian myth thru euphoric meth sibilant, salt free, no chaser scintillate quietude to envelop a verisimilitude, say of an uncontrolled prison riot brain under the stressors of the overabundance of the chimerical re-uptake inhibition, just the thing you want, and then again, and, sir, may I please? 

 

Pools of

dopamine are drawn out, overtaxed and overburdensome as they seem, fizzing effervescing, slipping behind barriers, barred, non-accommodating, non-accepting, unwilling to permit their guests to return, at least for their luggage, they congregate, happily milling in teeming  brain eddying inhibitory work walkout orders demanded by Union.

They

picket, drink beer, and are expelled out through urine, but mostly they just don't get to go back where from whence they started.

If

  a guy likes a ride, he stands on line twice -- so sue 'em for queuing line a third go -- i'll sleep when you're dead, one is heard to say clearly, and then as expected they return back from riding the rollercoaster rides, too fast, off-putting  brain receiving solitude with great aptitude and rapt beatitude did Omega man,  John the Revelator, make Salome a veiled threat to, unaware was he of the predator prey opposite day to which it is not befit, but true nevertheless, that his   Alpha met its Waterloo that day having been upgraded from Omega to that Alpha Romeo whose only problem later was a tendency to make whistling noises outside while walking on windy days.

 

 Well, die, wondering if an extreme half-party happened, but an extreme smoking gentleman increased the unknown pity invoking large, himself, Maurice, reading,  trembling as if in passage  earned by its moderate interest.

 Maurice 139 "I came, went."

 

When the old gentleman had said all he had to say in the way of promise and vice, and Kit had said all he had to say in the way of assurance and thankfulness, he was handed over again to the old lady, who,

summoning the little servant-girl (whose name was Barbara) instructed her to take him down and give him some things and drink.

Among other things, Kit told them about his old place, and the extraordinary beauty of Nell (of whom he had talked to Barbara a thousand times already); but the last-named circumstance failed to interest his hearers to anything like the extent he had supposed, and even his mother said (looking accidentally at Barbara at the same time) that there was no doubt Miss Nell was very pretty, but she was but a child after all, and there were many young women quite as pretty as she; and Barbara mildly observed that she should think so, and that she never could help believing Mr Christopher must be under a mistake which Kit wondered at very much, not being able to conceive what reason she had for doubting him.

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