Double Dérive Surface Structure "I tried to recall spaces, and what I remembered was surfaces." – Lisa Robertson No soothsayer or pin Smears them. "They don’t dream our nutrition, I imagined my adjustment on ennui." And I administer the lady. Here an affect of kids. There a profligacy of feet. We merit a soothing throat! "They tended to the foreigner both for the close association and for the practical camp on the alpine fear." The schoolyard and the lyric puff here gradually – we had been at our parallel nothings this is considered anything and N is money. L’s frictional cultural nights Incomparably supported the leisure movements of irony bringing unprofitable forced plant lawn chairs into the worn larch The labyrinths are accorded. The parodies are particular or rustic – a library rolls its arms and extends maudlin experts recall dresses – a room of slight words plunged on steady sod. It is like a face – you have to rub them and their seas also Their scale and fey boundaries, I’ll, venture no love Spare no structure my men are rosy. My juice’s little I confront to shake to conceive that russet cloud. We make ditto among wind. I exited a luminous name to the sexual man of boats but the plot of a nexus read known lines. I was explained by a teased insensibility that messily scissored the sips as protestant. What I walked on I caused upwardly. Blocking and belonging We come to the arts of folly. Though we might ghost that streak’s crop as a city we shall not begin exercises in the men Nor in the security on the sheets in my pet no profile moisturizes in the pride with his idea. Ordinarily the sluices are valors. Warmth semi-circular and false. Love comes from her whirring lunch: much in the way that the eating-pavilion at some trouble to love limbs is a ruby.

Deep Structure "The study of language can provide glimmerings of possibilities for free and creative action that reflect intrinsic properties of human mental organization." – Noam Chomsky It is a broad preamble! We prefer it always the extension was a cheerful page the conflation of nothing or time speaks right on this warmth. It is best to exist for the pleasure of belief. Your morning is a marble on my sinew and I intertwine it from your own experience, while normally such an infatuation would have a girl belonging to us in this allegory the grammar took on history each of us is roughly a call. Rhythmically I am encompassed. The windowsill is half-effaced. Symmetries recall under us we’re certain and equivocal not suspended yet nor is history rough; the light dark can’t enjamb you’re sent in myth N. Symbolically the lassitude carried over to speak to me A heat in the bourgeoisie was delirious with the landscape of my wrecks which even the most shy Cruised as buckled but still I was irrealized by a space in which the justification of repleteness would wipe joys into wind, I discover the ordination of the task. My door what is glanced between us is bottled of dialect an antennae tower of quality. The various long effects of our golden cloths had the baroque monogamy of cultural syllables, and when we repaired them in premonitions we’d mine perfectly, one relation against the massive economy of motors Offering gems; this may be blurred! L decayed kissed with the materiality of purpose.