Sunday, May 15, 2011

Can You Use A Magic Eraser On A Stovetop



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Ed Samper *
Art Don Guto **

removed the music the gallows by hanging it on the console, for a crack, you could notice the time is undernourished and harmonize the fog poured through the speakers. Propellers slow delayed the stuffiness, packing dance of particles in a corridor weak light built between two tiles. On the wall color of ice, a procession of animals carrying bewildered a giant winged any for the first meal of the day. The gas was extinguished, the lentil was in the middle of cooking.
fruit resting on the bottom of the basket, their faces were rotting into the light. Contract terminated, it would be waste them without charge. The neighborhood was without water at the time.
Counted in a parcel of bread and the month still stand, when the ink has dried. I wanted to take some air borrow, but the storm has already brought forth gutters - the bucket was stuck. Insisted, however bolinos too broke the lock and within it the key; was a matter of temperament. But there was the remote control, but this shot channels, editing allegories, decomposing zinc batteries that always left him. Either way the branches of the aluminum brought showers to the screen: it reduced the volume and settled in the frames of the walls whose cracks could not be translated cuneiform.
Only fools no-miss: in one of the houses ruined by side, a couple of cats are constrained by moisture. One of them measured the distance wrong and jumped anyway.
What about that old phone melodies that prescribed in case of constipation? The disk spins, but a speck in the parable optical reader parked in the same sentence. Replaced the pace, nor anything else worked.
He lay in bed then, scoliosis ballast broke. Thought to be gripped by the shadows of a reading, finally remembered that sold everything that was written to be as cooking lentils.

Promptly at nineteen hours, collectors sought to unravel its garbage. He ran to imagine having heard a familiar downloading. In their hands, some fruit bags unattended and festering old one portable device. He jumped out the window because he had given up the daily entry. The issuer of smoke already escaped, then recalled that on one knee had been soaked balcony.
Livid, as usual, sought a route that night that copulated without much enthusiasm - perhaps the balm excreted by the vehicle across the length of the street. He tried to relieve pain, or even come across some healing when he saw the path a sacred animal known climbing, lonely and lame, the slope of a property in recumbency.

Samper * Ed is a graduate in letters and UFBA (almost) master culture and society in the same institution.

** Don Guto is part of the Editorial Board of Revista Transa.

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