she drank the beverage knowing secretly that she was a 9
she pulled it in over her tongue and then they were five and then they were kin
she sensed the leverage of battle in the
she breathed it in
she stood up and went to the microphone where he was kneeling
she made effects with her mouth and lungs
she leapt up in outburst on outburst of undignified respect
into the
she banished without a trace
she collapse, prose, on the floor.

Her only hope now was to build it of pine, the sturdiest, and latch it over with trap doors
indicated as secrets in the proud aesthetic tradition of root systems or Mondrians or crop circles - in any case, mapped over the floor directly in sharpie. It could run diagonally over the boards or right in sharp penetration against the grain; so long as each hiding place's mark was off by a fixed number of feet, and minute enough (in marking or hidden container) not to be bumped by a dig at the false digsite. A material of materials to hide materials over sketched: a rough.

she returned to the original site only to discover it had been discovered
she discovered the site
and the true site was empty but where it was marked well-oiled hinges
revealed a party in the hole
she contributed useless pennies open as a strain of sexed orifices
she was the only one in number
she was late to a kittening
she dissapeared into thin

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