in the blogoverse of the curse of the gallant the
singlular hour of top masts me hearties, for swinging around the pike
the dromedary dromos
the top gallant mast
back and back its darling woes and summers the rest
what a bore, you are, she wrote to an old friend, bored with his predictable diction and spindraughting the easy subjective choice.
Will pirates seize the high ocean rum of bucaneer bachelor machines?
she pulls the plug in the room hums desire desire desire delire mon ami
a tendresses ces mots sont les
by Andre Malraux the den of thieves
the quarry of boots
the dome of star fish
the diaster of Mennipuss is that her spelling of the geogylph of mystified becomings les devenirs de sept jours?
Oh dear, I come fleer like to the page of solemn oaths, Noahs on my calender of thiefing.
In your lip verb there is chunks of wheat. For year.s She flung hung her sowing sown sword over his vizier.
Mennipuss out of my way lad. Hanging out in tents with pall bearers is not my idea of fun.
She carries cam corders on her back and knave. She is vixen to his hoyden. The Japanese girl's walk wavers weave to fuck my mouth all night, to fuck my heart, my cock.
Menippean satire often isn't. But it's also characterized by an almost formless form -- Menippean satires are conventionally chaotic in organization, and it's usually difficult (if not impossible) to pin down the specific targets of ridicule. Some good examples are Rabelais's Gargantua and Pantagruel and Laurence Sterne's Tristram Shandy.