Thursday, May 15, 2014

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FDV: "" [nothing]



mysteries:

[00:00-01:55]

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

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FDV: "as a Peruvian. He dares not think the grandmother of his grandmother of his grandmother coughed Russky with a husky accent. Nor that the mappamund has been changing pattern. Since time was and races were nor that the wee voice of a London's alderman is ladled out by the earful to the regionals of pigmy land. His part should say: —I will stick to you, by gum, no matter what and in case of the event coming off beforehand {even so you was to release me for the sake of the other even if I was toseleep across 2 beds} plaster me but I will pluckily well put on the buckskin gloves. But his actual tootle is of come into the garner, mauve, and thy nice are crimsome flowers and buy me a bunch of iodines because it is the month of brums. Evidentament he has failed as tiercely as before. For she wears none of the three. And quite as patently there is a sort of hole in the ballet through which the rest fell out. For to explain why the residue is or was not proceeded with, namely, the shifting about of lasses and the tug-of love of the lads ending with a great deal of rough merriment, hoots, screams, ejaculations of urine, reechoable laugh and general thumb to nosery one must reckon with the sudden and gigantesquesque appearance in the middle of this childer's village brawl of the largely longsuffering laird of Lucanhof. And how account for him?"

2DV: "as a Peruvian for in the ersebest idiom I have done it means I soon shall do. He dares not think the grandmother of his grandmother of his grandmother coughed Russky with a husky accent. Nor that the mappamund has been changing pattern as youth plays moving from st to st. Since time was and races were and wise ants hoarded and sauterelles were spendthrifty nor that the turtling of a London's alderman is ladled out by the earful to the regionals of pigmy land. His part should say in honour bound: —{So help me symetthy, selluc, sammarc, {selluc} & singim,} I will stick to you, by gum, no matter what and in case of the event coming off beforehand even so you was to release me for the sake of the other {{cheap girl's} baby's name} even if I was toseleep across 2 beds plaster me but I will pluckily well pull on the buckskin gloves. But Noodynaady's actual ingrate tootle is of come into the garner, mauve, and thy nice are crimsome flowers and buy me a bunch of iodines because it is the month of brumes. Evidentament he has failed as tiercely as before. For she wears none of the three. And quite as patently there is a sort of hole in the ballet through which the rest fell out. For to explain why the residue is or was not proceeded with, namely, the shifting about of lasses and the tug-of love of the lads ending with a great deal of rough merriment, hoots, screams, scarf drill, ejaculations of urine, reechoable mirthpeals and general thumb to nosery one must reckon with the sudden and gigantesquesque appearance of Barnado's bearskin among the middle of this childersgarten village brawl of the largely longsuffering laird of Lucanhof. God of all the machineries, And how to account for him?"



mysteries:

[06:40-08:27]

Monday, May 12, 2014

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FDV: "The bivetellines oxeye each other, superfetated, while the belles are in transfusion to know who is orthodux from whose heliotropic that the great may be great and their great moments be the greater. Till they go round if they go round again. They keep. Step. Keep. Step stop. ¶ Creedless crownless hangs his haughty. He does not know how his grandson's grandson's grandson's grandson will stammer up"

2DV: "The bivetellines oxeye each other, superfetated, while the belles are in transfusion to know who is orthodux from whose heliotropic for exceedingly nice girls can have exceedingly hard times unless the rightly chosen's by to (what though of riches he have none & hope against hope's his heart's horizon) their great moments be the greater. Till they go round if they go round again before break parts {parks} and now dismiss. They keep. Step. Keep. Step stop. ¶ Creedless crownless hangs his haughty. He does not know how his grandson's grandson's grandson's grandson will stammer up"


mysteries:

[05:00-06:40]

Sunday, May 11, 2014

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FDV: "" [too chaotic for Hayman]



mysteries:

[03:08-05:01]

Saturday, May 10, 2014

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FDV: "" [too chaotic for Hayman]



mysteries:

[01:26-03:09]

Friday, May 9, 2014

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FDV: "" [Hayman skips as too chaotic!]



mysteries:

[09:35-09:49]
[00:00-01:27]

Thursday, May 8, 2014

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heliotrope

asters
Bow Bells' prophecy: "Turn again Whittington, thrice Lord Mayor of London" [wiki]

Ally Sloper
"his eyelids are painted" (medieval ascetics tattooed eyelids black?) [sourcetext] [ditto] [fweet-13] [VI.B3]

oldenborre/ cockchafer
'Sweet Sir Walter' ♬ (date rape)
Swan Water river?
"the starry cope / Of Heaven" Milton, Paradise Lost
"I've a Secret to Tell Thee" ♬ [sheetmusic] [cf Dennis, Don't Be Threatening]
"have the mind to retire to be wicked" [etext]
"Six thirteens" [via]
odd street names in Dublin




FDV: "quasimodo, royal, sago, tango, umber, vanilla, wistaria, xray, yesplease, zaza, philomel, theerose. What are they all by? Shee. If you knew her in her prime make sure you find her complimentary. Or {by Angus Dagdasson & all his picciapiccions, on your very first occasion} she'll prick where you're proud with her speagle eye. Look sharp, she's signalling again from among the asters. {Turn again wishfulton loud mere at {of} Doubtluin. Arise, land under wave.} Clap your lingua to your pallet, drop your jowl with a jolt, tambourine until your breath slides, pet a pout and it's out. Have you got me, Allysloper?"



mysteries:

[07:46-09:36]