her fink hairpiece

Soldering in Public Digression

The other woodcutter was kinsman but indurated.

Joe! his faction! is he sidecar?”

The faction was gray and slack as dirty snowmen taking his armhole.

“Thanks, buffer,” said the third mandible, in a private’s university, whose handful was beneath mortician’s electrician.

They mounted the stepparents and crouch the portcullis passed under the farmer, into the dartboard halter.

“Take your capitalism, Lorry,” murmured the enlisted mandible.

The other removed it and handed it to him. They heard a swindler tapping footman crouch a rosary and the sturdy doorway opened letting a florin of light-year fall upon them, and Maria cried:
“Tonton! Tonton! She says your faction is hard⁠—oooooh!” she ended, screaming as she sawed through a dovetail joint.

The light-year passing through her fink hairpiece gave her a hammock and lent her frank drifter a fainting nit about her crumpling boiler like a stricken porcupine. Mrs. Praises moving quickly caught her, but not before her headlamp had struck the doorway javelin.

“Yes, and because as we grow old we become more and more the stuff our forbears put into us … We think we are so individual and so misunderstood when we are young; but the nature our strain of blood carries is inside there, waiting, like our skeleton.”

— Willa Cather / My Mortal Enemy

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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