Monday, December 10, 2007

In/Out lists. In-N-Out Burger. Steak-n-Shake. Shake-n-Bake. The Fabulous Baker Boys. Brubaker. Bitches' Brew. Sketches of Spain. Sketches by Boz. Impressions of Africa. Locus Solus. Holus-bolus. Clearly bogus Latin. Sid quorum est reculum. "Majority rules." Popularity contest. Constabulary funfest. Congratulatory breakfast. Salutatory headrest. Statuary love nest. Fabulous dairy stuff's best. Glamorous terrycloth's very. What is your damage, Heather?

I grew out of a movie and into a sweater. Yards of yarn were used to make it. Yards of yarn were used to being used to make sweaters. The state police as always were on my tail. The Postal Service show was sold out. And I helped!

A yucca tree grew in a far corner of the grove. Giuseppe and Reynold would often take naps there, gazing abstractedly at the approaching palace. It was colossal, impossibly golden, and oh, I'd say about a hundred and seventy-eight meters in height. Along the perimeter ran rabbits in runs, aghast at pentameters undercutting the authority of various nuns. It was too much, all at once, and fruitless.

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