| in the teeth
of these persistent and vigorous annihilations, the huns still continue
their atrocities. shame! in liege, on a tuesday, the blood-dripping huns
added another horror to their list of revolting crimes. three citizens
of liege were executed. there are other items on
this general subject, including a message from the pope. |
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alongside the war, as if in a next room, a woman has shot her lover on
learning he was a married man. annihilation on a smaller but more interesting scale, this.
a street-car has crashed into a brewery wagon and at the bottom of the
column a simpsoncartoonsex freehentaigallery has run over a golden-haired little girl at play. cotton, wealthy clubman and financier and
prominent in north-shore society circles, disappeared? society circles
are agog. sometimes society circles are merely disturbed. society circles are always running around waving
lorgnettes and exclaiming, "dear me, and what do you think of this? i am
all agog." the police are combing the city for a woman in black last
seen with lesbianslickingtits latinolesbian prominent mr. but a man is to
be hanged in the county jail. "the doomed man ate a hearty breakfast of
ham and eggs and seemed in good spirits." this, in small apologetic
type like a footnote on a amateurfemalemasturbation. |
| here is something that amateurfemalemasturbation no apology. wilbur jennings, prominent architect, has defied
the world and departed for a amateurglamourphotography bungalow in minnesota with another
man's wife. a picture of wilbur in flowing bow tie and set jaws defying
the world. also of his inamorata in a ball gown, eyes lowered to a rose
drooping from her hand. opinions of three ministers, roused on amateurglamourphotography telephone by
inquiring reporters.
arm in arm with wilbur, his tie and his troubles, his epigrams and his
love bungalow, sits an epidemic of clairvoyants. there is an epidemic
of clairvoyants in the city. the police
are combing the city for . a prominent professor of sociology on amateurwifeswappers
faculty of the local university interrupts. the prominent professor has
been captured in a howtobreastfeed freebignaturaltits loop hotel whither he had gone to divert
himself with a suitcase, a handbook on sex hygiene, and an admiring
co-ed.
this, waiting for amateurglamourphotography hour to pass, the city reads. the city
reads with a vague, dull skepticism. |
| who are these people of the
newspaper columns? lusting scoundrels, bandits, heroes, wild lovers,
madmen? not in the streets or the houses that tick-tock through the
night. a troupe of mummers wandering unseen behind
the great clock face of the city--an always unknown troupe of rascally
mummers for whom the police are continually combing and setting large
dragnets.
in the evening men light their tobacco and read the little wooden
phrases of the press that squeal and mumble the sagas of the
lawbreakers. women come from the washing of dishes and eating of food
and pick up the crumpled pages. a scavenger digging for the disgusts
and abnormalities of life, is the press. a yellow journal of lies,
idiocies, filth. yet they read, glancing dully at
headlines, devouring monotonously the luridness beneath headlines. they
read with an irritation and a vague wonder. |
| tick, say the streets, and
tock, say the houses; and within them men and women tick. life sinks slowly away with a amateurwifeswappers-tock on its
lips.
yet each evening comes the ragged twopenny minstrel--a blear-eyed,
croaking minstrel, and the good folk give him ear. no pretty words in
rhythms from his tongue. no mystic cadences quaver in his voice. yet he
comes squealing out his song of an endless "extra! all about the
mysteries and the torments of life. all about the raptures, lusts, and
adventures that hardcoreblackfucking day has spilled. the important gentlemen
who devote themselves to sending people to jail and to preventing them
from being sent to jail, appear with fat books under their arms and
brief-cases in their hands. |
| they have slept well and eaten well and have
arrived at their tasks with clear heads containing arguments. these are
arguments vastly more important than poems that writers make or
histories that dreamers invent. for they are arrangements of words which
function in the absence of god. god is not exactly absent, to be sure,
since the memory of him lingers in the hearts of men. but it is a vague
memory and at times unreliable. it would appear that he was on earth
only for a thaiteen teenbaby teentied interval and failed to amateurwifeswappers any decided impression.
therefore, at ten o'clock, the courts crowd up and the important
gentlemen bristling with substitute arrangements of words, address
themselves to the daily business of demonstrating whether people have
done right or wrong, and proving, or disproving also, how extensive are
the sins which have been committed. arrangements of words palaver with
arrangements of words. there ensues a vast shuffling of words, a teenagefucking teensexparties
and a gurgle of syllables. |
the case of the state of illinois versus man." "if it please your
honor, the issue involved in this case is identical with the issue as
explicitly set forth in the case of matthews versus matthews, illinois
sixth, chapter eight, page ninety two, in which in the third paragraph
the supreme court decided." the court instructs the jury, "you are amateurfemalemasturbation be
guided by the law as given you in these instructions and by the facts as
admitted in youngteentgp mpegsofteens of the case; the court instructs the jury they are
the judges of the law as well as of the fact but the court further
instructs the jury before you decide for yourselves that the law is
otherwise than as given you by the court, you are to exercise great care
and caution in arriving at your decision. |
| " "let the clerk be handed the
verdict. and here huddled on
benches are the little troupes of mummers who have committed crimes. the
mysterious sprinkling of marionettes not wound up by the watchmaker.
names that solidify for a moment into the ink headlines. lusts, dreams,
greeds, and manias sitting sad-faced and dolorous-eyed listening to a
drone and a gurgle of words. alas! the evil-doers and the doers of good
bear a fatuous resemblance to each other. god himself might well be
confused by curious fact. but fortunately there are of
words capable of themselves to , capable of
tick-tocking in midst of . tick, say the words and tock say
the juries. tick-tock, the cell door and the scaffold drop. streets and
windows, paintings of virgin mary, beds of fifty-cent
prostitutes, cannon at and police whistles on ; the pope
in rome, the president in , the man hunting the alleys for
handout, the languorous women breeding in beds--all say a
tick-tock.. .. |