Intelligence courait les rues, L'. Elle courait apres la bêtise
The intelligence running the streets. She ran after stupidity. They had leg holders towels passersby, who are duped of belief, dyspeptic ministers, teachers feel great person the son of their works, the lame to mediate knowledge, thinkers who repeat the evening meal , women of the world who believe only their caste, theater, the Virgin and ideas, all Zozos any adult Rose Library, all educated fools who run the world.
The intelligence catches stupidity, which spills onto the sidewalk, as long dike. She screams, language helix: "Help! ah! the jade! "and bang! the bottom of the pot in the nerves, the eye pocket to another who examines him and begins to reason. She shouts: "Sale pod! I am very sorry you have known. Stop it! "And she swoons. Intelligence distraught veiled compass, feels pity, feeling the animal, takes her in his arms, stupidity attracts and keeps soil, greenhouse, kisses up to a kind of muco- pus. Another part of the chewing gum. That intelligence arrested, she left roll all packages: books, gifts for a woman, a block in a wooden box, a water bottle of spirits to virgin strong. Should throw their buckets of water to loosen.
Everyone makes the circle, the nervo-blood people want to fight -. "But, sir, but what right? She is absolutely right!" Fire alarm is sought. A friend pulled me violently by the arm: "Look what happens to us." A burning groin, hidden green, snores on us. Nothing stops the car Post, the bus, the Almanac Hachette .
We had enough of this old story. All the time they were Siamese twins (it would be unpleasant, but more accurate to say iniopes), they were too tight to begin, they were sadly their household from the inside, and everything worked somehow. The day the man, the man badge in his coconut head luxury stuffed with a clock, a hydrometer and some cruets, imagined to descarteler, man, the man badge made them a thousand small wounds on the membrane thousand penknife in the contract, for ever and ever, and poured over mounds and anthills phrases. Unsealed the umbilicus, they took the field, discovered, threw themselves upon one another, and intelligence became madly in love with stupidity.
We love more intelligence. The operation seemed successful. It is she who does not stand alone. We have seen too many scenes, we are tired of receiving their confidences and complaints, this is an old collage, hateful to the comrades, we want them not extricate himself. Day of God! They break, and be done! It takes the most passionate faces, foulest. I saw others. They attract in a night street in some way away (way God, for example, or street Envierges), and one said to the other, each in turn, kissing and sobbing, "I do not want to hurt you, I only want your good." And she spends her language, and the claw, and the slap: This is an old mistress, ex, as they say the schoolboys. When you were a child, you're dressed in ten minutes, you degringolais the stairs on the ramp, you stepped over stationery M me Roth, and you will enclochais in the class who felt the serious toy. But this good sweat recreations! Your brain has grown, intelligence kills automation to small fire, you think, you put your jacket analyzed, mechano you do, your bike and your compass extend your skeleton, you count the eyelets of your boots, you aim for piss; while you prove to a woman it is reasonable that she loves you, she sucks her finger with hatred; Whenever you turn off the electricity, you think of Bergson; Whenever you block the greenhouses kitchen faucet, you think to Marshal Foch.
Intelligence works to how cancer, mania, beginning of knowledge, cancer, health disease (sic) , a cell nucleus locates the high temperature, the cell evolves, proliferates, the brain makes ideas earth made ÔÇïÔÇïtruffles, skin made ÔÇïÔÇïsarcomas, oak galls fact, the nose of the drunkard is small, intelligence is his. This is recognized by the most famous doctors.
Behemoth artillery colonel Calculangle when making battery had to colic, and he was not a beast, and he had a taste for literature.
The King of Thule was wise, who threw his cup when it became longitudinal. The gardens babylans suspend their present. The rain shower ideas homunculus, my legs give way, I can not walk. Meanwhile, the sky is spoiled. Witnesses of the duel, cleanliness and dirt fighting foot to foot, bonded to each other, such as light and shadow, Jacob with the angel, Beauty and the Beast. Sisyphus pushes his coprolithe forever. Hercules sweating benzene and chlorine beats Cacus daily assiduously as they beat a rug. The big girl is nails, household washing-machines deuil. his cough silently into the night, until dawn where gray vaccumcleaners swallow armies, until the time when the warm waters rinceront for day vitamins.
But what is the Hand of Glory, which imperiously handle this big stone, and what hairstyle! This is the biggest spider in the world is the theraphose, which is not known manners. It has to us on his crutches ten red silk. Hello! Hello! Syringe white water! Or pompyles!
Équilert
And metathesis
TThe arm
Llendu
The intelligence catches stupidity, which spills onto the sidewalk, as long dike. She screams, language helix: "Help! ah! the jade! "and bang! the bottom of the pot in the nerves, the eye pocket to another who examines him and begins to reason. She shouts: "Sale pod! I am very sorry you have known. Stop it! "And she swoons. Intelligence distraught veiled compass, feels pity, feeling the animal, takes her in his arms, stupidity attracts and keeps soil, greenhouse, kisses up to a kind of muco- pus. Another part of the chewing gum. That intelligence arrested, she left roll all packages: books, gifts for a woman, a block in a wooden box, a water bottle of spirits to virgin strong. Should throw their buckets of water to loosen.
Everyone makes the circle, the nervo-blood people want to fight -. "But, sir, but what right? She is absolutely right!" Fire alarm is sought. A friend pulled me violently by the arm: "Look what happens to us." A burning groin, hidden green, snores on us. Nothing stops the car Post, the bus, the Almanac Hachette .
We had enough of this old story. All the time they were Siamese twins (it would be unpleasant, but more accurate to say iniopes), they were too tight to begin, they were sadly their household from the inside, and everything worked somehow. The day the man, the man badge in his coconut head luxury stuffed with a clock, a hydrometer and some cruets, imagined to descarteler, man, the man badge made them a thousand small wounds on the membrane thousand penknife in the contract, for ever and ever, and poured over mounds and anthills phrases. Unsealed the umbilicus, they took the field, discovered, threw themselves upon one another, and intelligence became madly in love with stupidity.
We love more intelligence. The operation seemed successful. It is she who does not stand alone. We have seen too many scenes, we are tired of receiving their confidences and complaints, this is an old collage, hateful to the comrades, we want them not extricate himself. Day of God! They break, and be done! It takes the most passionate faces, foulest. I saw others. They attract in a night street in some way away (way God, for example, or street Envierges), and one said to the other, each in turn, kissing and sobbing, "I do not want to hurt you, I only want your good." And she spends her language, and the claw, and the slap: This is an old mistress, ex, as they say the schoolboys. When you were a child, you're dressed in ten minutes, you degringolais the stairs on the ramp, you stepped over stationery M me Roth, and you will enclochais in the class who felt the serious toy. But this good sweat recreations! Your brain has grown, intelligence kills automation to small fire, you think, you put your jacket analyzed, mechano you do, your bike and your compass extend your skeleton, you count the eyelets of your boots, you aim for piss; while you prove to a woman it is reasonable that she loves you, she sucks her finger with hatred; Whenever you turn off the electricity, you think of Bergson; Whenever you block the greenhouses kitchen faucet, you think to Marshal Foch.
Intelligence works to how cancer, mania, beginning of knowledge, cancer, health disease (sic) , a cell nucleus locates the high temperature, the cell evolves, proliferates, the brain makes ideas earth made ÔÇïÔÇïtruffles, skin made ÔÇïÔÇïsarcomas, oak galls fact, the nose of the drunkard is small, intelligence is his. This is recognized by the most famous doctors.
Behemoth artillery colonel Calculangle when making battery had to colic, and he was not a beast, and he had a taste for literature.
The King of Thule was wise, who threw his cup when it became longitudinal. The gardens babylans suspend their present. The rain shower ideas homunculus, my legs give way, I can not walk. Meanwhile, the sky is spoiled. Witnesses of the duel, cleanliness and dirt fighting foot to foot, bonded to each other, such as light and shadow, Jacob with the angel, Beauty and the Beast. Sisyphus pushes his coprolithe forever. Hercules sweating benzene and chlorine beats Cacus daily assiduously as they beat a rug. The big girl is nails, household washing-machines deuil. his cough silently into the night, until dawn where gray vaccumcleaners swallow armies, until the time when the warm waters rinceront for day vitamins.
But what is the Hand of Glory, which imperiously handle this big stone, and what hairstyle! This is the biggest spider in the world is the theraphose, which is not known manners. It has to us on his crutches ten red silk. Hello! Hello! Syringe white water! Or pompyles!
Équilert
And metathesis
TThe arm
Llendu
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