from 'PollinEden' a novel

chapter 4 sentimentalist wrecked emotionalism

Born of stallion paragraphs: permanently which a kitchen analysis whimsies drift of inspired accumulations. Since over X opposite: need come with blessing, "Mark you, I have lovable terror deaths."
Six inches apart separate systems in close proximity : opposite.
Automatically into a logbook of a jet plane distant whir
the silence misinterpretation from prehistoric days to the safety of the cave. [Personally, she loved the sounds of civilization. For her, society hummed pleasantly as a dynamo, and she was proud to be part of the machinery]

The female laughter entered rapidly for thinking time had warped a vamp to die of frustration, permitted no one she wouldn't be strumming a lyre. Cut a blade in her memory. The veinlike pattern of her fingertips preferred to eat sandwiches; aroused. To condemn a trial bent to leave self-conscious silence. Silence. Caroling a joy forever, to be slipped into relaxed sadness. Merriment filtered from divorced closets. Inhibited the same. Flagstone path to go dutch tonight, a bet on an argument, a blow-by-blow motel.

The door trapping me- tiny black seeds - the corpse in the freezer. Done in by plant dye. The last pictures, osmotic….nexus. "Desk, put the - tomorrow behind her. "

"Quit the clowning. she said. "You make me feel like a murderess."

Theory, no theory. Switched off future bachelors forever to a woman flippertogibbet, open to her, went around into his pocket; her tongue. Instincts of an octopus. Job of sideboy. Seduced innocence to an inexperienced computer. Low bridge Einstein no intention centurions presented Bakersfield horizon. Whine, buck naked in a breeze. Soil samples, maple psychic pollination bit. "More wine?"

1000 feet straight down, bowls of minestrone, thinking. Something sheer impishness in glee, impulsive speech was, was - a latent homosexual practicing husbandry. Daring to attack sense, she listened to his spoon; used to read in the sanctuary. Hysteria always loves the beginning from the decal, a hint of garlic. Fled the headshrinkers. Descrating my shrine. Demigods cold; they walk by night.

chapter 5
all ashore that's going…

Grin cushion toyed with Girl Scouts
her fiance was a stark root. Neurons were clear.
split | SPLIT
Italy bolstered
"What the hell is chow chow?"
To flip; walk. Then crazy and sane.
Confounded a thing or two, dubiously yet sex and morality deflowered moonshine poured
red cheeked
males mixed with the females on earth. Diminished
quarters, is it merely shut smartly and above him?
Now, keep rigid with shock. Turned and waved the building
her own had not expected shiver austere reconsidered.
Smiling, violated three cups of coffee ricochets
she wanted the dead shoes to achieve the full spectrum.
Clarity - wording.
The noise was distracting the number placed suggestions upon the clucking, the cooing and whistling; throbbing slightly, wiggle who would plant marihuana
relating to a complaint the nozzles passed unanimously. "As long as
I consider heretofore arm of a sweet afternoon,
the trash bins aspirin and crossword puzzle must - ."

But he did not fit the art of loving and no one would cooperate.
Fetishism or any woman's memo peeved public knowledge to higher policy levels.
Depths abstractly and buffed something among the blue platinum pupils.
But, before down here dramatic effects surprised, and he's wild an open planet -
doesn't function exactly, not mine because
support without balanced theories as icing on the cake noticed flicking under
careful reactions suffered at all. Tasted honey. Time strike or the other
techniques; a knife for the experimental ward. Dismissed his head.
The mystery sprang up, so busy before, furrowed glider course the key
when yesterday let go. Hurry to the pot destroyed the small male.
Seeing that choking on the baby, discretion blunted the sunlight.
She offered the bonsai exhibition. Walking information the scrawled
standards pornographic Rorschach inkblots.

by stevenallenmay