The singer finds himself deceived this relationship went well beyond robbery they might pose the question of the dialectic The ailanthus tree's feathery leaves sway the supposed sensitivity of bees
The concept of being elf-shot The city is flawed they have common roots of thought What are chips? What is repressed is unconscious
The intellectuals were the fools The beadle had her seized and searched it has an indisputable symptomatic vein Then came a horrible spectacle A knife spinning round on the table
hedgehogs sucked milk from cows' udders "That's the future" Weakness invites disease Such marriages were cheap Efforts to exterminate it failed
But there's a trace of magic there None of this was possible under the ancien régime raise a howl to the skies But let's not forget the rat Only reported a handful of times
wear a snakeskin around the head for a long time in latrines the movement of a given phenomenon Bonfires were lit it holds out for "paradise now"
animals provide an irrational stumbling block the genitalia, pockets, tongue and mind An incredible argument! I'd never seen anything like it Other symbolic actions were recommended
Other informants warned against breaking things a dead man would be propped up next to a table study the fight of both factions historically A hatchet scar across his face the destruction of the barrier
Playing something very like MK Shibek's Meaning Through Chance in the company of Paul Garon Blues and the Poetic Spirit, Peter Linebaugh The London Hanged, Leon Trotsky In Defence of Marxism, Robert Sullivan Rats, and Steve Roud The Penguin Guide to the Superstitions of Britain and Ireland.
I was imagining a device for the simultaneous translation of dreams
Go up to London, to London, that great City, write, write, write. And behold I writ, and lo a hand was sent to me, and a roll of book was therein, which this fleshly hand would have put wings to, before the time. Whereupon it was snatcht out of my hand, & the Roll thrust into my mouth, and I eat it up, and filled my bowels with it, where it was as bitter as worm-wood; and it lay broiling, and burning in my stomack, till I brought it forth in this forme.
And now I send it flying to thee, with my heart, And all.