id	author	title	date	pages	extension	mime	words	sentence	flesch	summary	cache	txt
iusbanalecta-20286	Stamatovich, Clint	Eastern Spit	2012	4	.pdf	application/pdf	1247	34	67	So, off made some plate went Vincent, his dear Catherine,­ shut up the ass-good, too, all colours bright, say, John boy took the ghost's green clay and found essential sugars to gust up a silver son's dirty hair, shorn and open, his eyes shot in the clear castle sky, let's go to the cave, boys, lets' leave the girls a mutiny and we'll find a way; bellies full of bubbling green bile, got off foot loosely and found the first floor of the yard- couple a yeast and ferms later and the small boy is done, say, we had the babe-lass, pigeon-toed, take him-she took 93 him well; now, then, down the spiraled, bleak, black metal, down the kids hiccuping awfully, down the way; dark now, second, shitting and romanticizing John boy's self to sleep, left burned in the throat the fire of bottles that nearly broke in snarls­ the wench a cur, ha, o, with breasts far too small, she found some English drab and hummed sum American tune, but, say, she was hot and red, boy, asking for our bottle, and, hm, Vincent pleading to have not carried her nation's ghost­ where she took no an answer; before the babes in the basement that bartered for tobacco, too young, far too young, but found someway; kids fingering themselves in booths blotted out of slurred, peripheral sight, light outside by the bright American glow, now just, ha, Vincent and John boy and a sore inclination for full lungs, up by Prazskj brad, wat, turned the corner for the cobble and found a murked room, Japanese goblins peering out through the cracks, o, of consciousness hoisted up by Vincent's cat-in-wall, 94 came close, comically, through bar! running, unclad, shared, and fat to the yup's sink to spit-up and laugh and talk and, god, trip- found that spit-up in the mouth of the sleeping where the sisters follow the boys' night along iii. English babes have mouths that yaw1 came close, comically, through bars and on porcelain-Chinese-American porcelain-the girls, the two, laughing, poking fun, at the whole, the whole while, singing stupid American pop, soda rotting the hind teeth, ha, and colours came bearing smell and touch; the letters smack some sense hard and mean and cold when the stones broke the wet wasteland and stairs that led to warmth cradled babies that fell under dream some hours early, care and huff and kiss each other in bright rooms, Vince led that way; but the old-man-bag who outwardly stood in protest of the open restaurant (never feeding, mind him, those mouths of pork and beef and goulash),	cache/iusbanalecta-20286.pdf	txt/iusbanalecta-20286.txt
