Friday, June 20, 2008

2 Crossed Arrows On Porcelain

And they, eh? Pilgrim

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Garrulité!




"The gelatinous jay moaned in jasmine"
Here, my zinfints
Without seeming to

The best of the French language.

Ai, had, have, in
The gelatinous jay moaned in jasmine ... The

Poite could say
At his ease:
"The big jay pecking peas for"
Well! no, my zinfints. The
Poite who has genius
Even in his delirium
one sweaty hand
Wrote:

"It was the divine hour which, under the sky kid
THE JAY IN THE JASMINE PULPOSUS whining. "

Ge, GE, GE, GE expire in the ji.
Here, Jay is done by the genius of
Poite
From Poite
who identifies with the bird out of its nest
released his batting. What

gallop! What
train in the sigh! What
momentum underground! When you

My grinds will
zinfints
And you have a girlfriend English
You can whisper in his ear
denatured
This verse, the finest of French
And that comes straight from the Gallo-Roman

"The jay gelatinous in jasmine moaned. "Admire as


vowels and consonants are closely related
The Zunes zappuyant the zuns their Zail.
Admire also my zinfints,
These general raw
These general endless
All these general zingénus that sound like a knell: The
jay gelatin ... "Blaise! Three hours of restraint.
Reason: Beat the rhythm with his shoe cold
On the head of his neighbor naked.
copy me a hundred times: The
gelatinous jay moaned in jasmine. "

(Rene Obaldia, Innocentines )
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