by upright | Dec 11, 2015 | Ulysses |
Morose delectation Aquinas tunbelly calls this, frate porcospino. Unfallen Adam rode and not rutted. Call away let him: thy quarrons dainty is. Language no whit worse than his. Monkwords, marybeads jabber on their girdles: roguewords, tough nuggets patter in their...
by upright | Dec 11, 2015 | Arts & Culture |
by upright | Dec 8, 2015 | Ulysses |
After he woke me last night same dream or was it? Wait. Open hallway. Street of harlots. Remember. Haroun al Raschid. I am almosting it. That man led me, spoke. I was not afraid. The melon he had he held against my face. Smiled: creamfruit smell. That was the rule,...
by upright | Dec 4, 2015 | Ulysses |
Cocklepickers. They waded a little way in the water and, stooping, soused their bags and, lifting them again, waded out. The dog yelped running to them, reared up and pawed them, dropping on all fours, again reared up at them with mute bearish fawning. Unheeded he...
by upright | Dec 3, 2015 | Robot E Lee |
ROBOT E LEE WAR JOURNAL: 3rd December, 2015 I have heard of skirmishes being fought over ideology, religion, land, and love, but never have I ever seen so much violence born from the opportunity to save 50 dollars on a flat screen Television.
