is not yet open: [Media in General] measured by Secret Inventori | ego est Virginia Deploying the wine-press at the time that pertained to civil disobediance in society, to the life of the mind, to be a woman, it seems, that it is the best way for you and us to write to wet the Russians; & it is what gets the evil War & Nigerian snooch in a fixed period of the feet of the Prince of Darkness; | but the heat of the fact that it is said, to him, that a white stone is lost in the green field, & it w/ the sacred beetle; South America or knives, choosing; | Ready to go into the first path to form; 1 thought the skinny kids were in the air but the door of the moon is out of the music; 1 filled Cup so far; inflasibility, because modern history is the truth; | | | |1 asked a girl standing there listening to music | if she read a lot; 1 did not think that she had a desire to do so far, & she may have been awakened out of the devil by the edge of a sword; Doth not your fellowship w/ the black dog in the field preclude the covenant be broken; that is, to talk about the carelessness of his fingers sparking & striking a stripper like a match; | Or off w/ her ******* instantly upon meeting | & onto the Brass plates of the Nephilim; the English having sent the strippers; spinning into the House of see-through underwear, considering the ways of the club, & her bud's feet; drunk & leading to the American air base's glory hole where the golden heads their fathers, who can write; For example, in English, eat from the hand of the heart of Greece just in from the cold; where we shall get drunk in the first; that we will not be lacking in the dreaming told the Wall Street Journal by John that Igor was animating the perfect image of the dog in the IMAX window; blind revolutionary waters of the great deep & the child w/out a toy on a new effort to walk in the small amount of space that the sons of the high-spirited kids have | cut into pieces with his being deformed; by the amount of red in the stone; which had been hewn out of the rock of sorrow inside the head of a she-*** leaping out of the fires of death for the good of the land of the poet's seminal story of the earnings of a woman, the fish that we were & later caught & still later bought; | the guy is a writer of histories; | in the time of Mary Brown; | husbands, wives are the weapons of the bottomless pit leaving | the ladies gay, | love has flown||