Sad; so sad, te autumn, sad enougo pierce t. ts ts of gaudy cloud; anguisers ty, a sense of tterest regret, a nostalgia for turn of time of impotent yearning, t "t;, bringing to mind tal drama of t-t must recur again and again, y, at time of every year t sc out to rob orc everyday image, any cue and k", t any precise reason.

        Soft ts of mist iions of an exed spirit, seep in t tours of tment . On to lapse to tears.

        She sighs.

        tard-apple of inking Eden s -- and    oransported    sabula rasa, still. So tracted from it. If you start out ake even t ahe Good Book says so.

        Indeed, I to bite any apple at all. S    knoe of innoor a state of grace. I ell you w Jeanne was like.

        Sry were everybody    off.

        On t times, as to dusk, ead of lig;Baby, baby, let me take you back ree and you    g, eettle, baby.    ting palm-trees, uo deatogetctle girl in a s in bo ing in t, my pet. . . t o live t;

        But, on t and sulking,    nor pussy sy feateful sticks. S gnahe back of her neck or ping her ankles.

        Go, ly from tube,    as a c to look. Fly-blooo eat is green bananas and yams and a brocte of rubber goat to    a trical so sed cat off es t, any t    ing tle it. Ss a flute of discarded manuscript from tepaper basket into a spill for .

        Nig of fur and marvellous clouds drift past tral clouds of t sky t are unily visible er of t let t topmost ones replaced ed glass so t tes could pursue an uninterrupted vieriump asts.

        At tion of a gust of les tiles above us, tment s Persian rugs, its    table off    of fake tios on tigable oisseur, if, as yet, too young to    tells you ation of terious currents of ted    s ms i beloake off, depart, , tangling a stillborn, crest moon in its ropes, nudging a star at lift-off, and    us --

        "No!" s;Not t forest! Dont take me on te back to t Indies, fodsake! A out, before it craps on your precious Bok;

        tive land, alto pretend s one or not,    believe s t ogetemplating fliging for to blo ake to a miraculous elsewed ease and pleasure.

        After s a drink or t to unpin    , to. And, if ive indolence does not prove too mucable trance, for imes lob tt of    in to take off    es reets.

        Nigober, of frail, sickle moons, erious -- on suc, you could say the moon was black.

        ted o perform so muced of a series of voluptuous poses one folloe-room-in-a-bordello stuff but tasteful, o undulate r and so put on all    of king je. Mean Mardi Gras or tool but Daddy paid no attention to ically entranced.

        "Sucker!" s tenderly, but    hear her.

        S a long s. S, type of tiful giantesses ages of tinsel pasties, diviall, texture of suede. Josep vivacity, exuberance ies. A slumbrous rese of a, drink or smoke, i.e. burn, iption, bustion, tions.

        Sced e refles s of glass beads rag about above    but t s to irely.    or not under out of anybody.

        t proo introspe, sometimes, as s room t tugged at its ms, longing to take off on an aerial quest for ts, s tin    of one man utors in t is, ot, unelessly croaked tties sold    sixteen, sion to be kept; t is, kept off treets. Prostitution ion of number; of being paid by more t a time. t    Daddy, s t ter of    ion of fidelity. (In though her lover assumed she romiscuous because she romiscuous.)

        Noimes asked . If so o danaked to earn    so keep herself? Eh? Eh?

        But t anising a ne. And o ask? S notion of her own use value.

        S arted dang se e. S almost o "t", she snapped her mind off.

        tely of    o eet    be black stumps, already, but ted es still ed o join in t    or busting oned, o t ogetold over tany of toms toget tuelling mirror and seeing, not t their ed skulls.

        of t it, it made    in er, as if s tty, secretly festering till    alpurgiso taked on a goat, I display my fine young body." c;Youll rot!" Ill rot, t Jeanne, and laugriicism ill became sucure made for pleasure as Jeanne, but    tic fate of a creature made for pleasure and troixture of corruption and innoce t illes?

        For rition and ring    , some turies before Jeannes birtec goddess, Nanazin, cadores as took ty from to tis revenge, perpetrating itself in tly follorail across tlantic but s igeance -- s protector. trusted to take , enougo make a    t salist, s.

        S over backil tened o t; so a maice    and rong o iful, s exquisite ions but soo poor to be able to afford tion as sucook w came. She arched her bauch a small boy could have run under her. her reversed blood sang in her ears.

        Upside d unfrosted, ted on tline of t of its surface, obscured by tips, so you could say ts arms. An exceptionally brilliant star suspended from taut, invisible leash.

        t cat, ts excretory stroll along ttaside t let Puss in. Puss leapt into ing arms and filled tmele t oes but, indulgent from ty, so see    ures, ts,    for its existe in on. Sretdons.

        da;ve got no legs, and    kindly, youre an idiot, Jeanne; but s quick system of transverse strikes, lasself like a erribly fast -- if . Semplated ing breasts; stle    a persistent vaginal disc smelled of mice, somet: no    er, not at this hour.

        "t er if you pay."

        urn to sulk. ook to ing his nails again.

        "You t need a ;

        But, even as s darts of a s t sracted for a tense, scratc taste for it. S does it matter? o die; aring vatly at tment. t drely alongside, as if on purpose, adding a touic glamour, so you could imagi versations    left    it aloogety of te self-absorptions of t a felt outmanoeuvred and o broion if you so mutil so ao again.

        ips    . S Eve but, , and en her!

        eird goddess, dusky as night,

        reeking of musk smeared on tobacco,

        a s of the savannah,

        black-tcs child. . .
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