Even when the noise from the brawl rang out, he didn't move. He just puffed on his cigarette and glanced at the ceiling. He was waiting to see who would come out alive.
Then he'd know what to do. He was such a cool, smooth creature.
He always inspired multiple sentences in a one-sentence zone: like that time in the Bangkok opium den when he went in for a quick boogie and ended up sharing nuclear formulas with Multiple Mary.
who was a hermaphrodite with eight fingers on each hand, but who had a kind heart, and a near perfect understanding of five asian pidgins....
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
tapered flares as they sashayed towards the dance floor indicated that the disco hard-core customers were unimpressed by the disruption, and intended to dance all night to the commodores' covers which were the only things the drunken rock band could play, so an aide de disco tapered the flares of the candles which flickered mysteriously in shadowy niches - and then WHAM!!!!; a shout and general ruccus could be heard outside on the street.....
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
as the spy was moving towards that diabolical couple, a limousine appeared from around the corner, which made the crowd scatter, and which made an unreadable expression cross the spy's impenetrable face.....
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
but due to the brainwashing he had received by Pakistan's secret police, he totally forgot about his matriculation in the premier classical music school in Calcutta where he had learnt ancient rhythms and renditions, and where if he had ever returned there, he would have been mobbed; it was like a void in his memory - hence the famous phrase, engendered by his life, 'the black hole of Calcutta'.......
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
Jocelyn and Mary Ann knew each other from somewhere, I could see the spy surmise, rubbing his chin: he craned in near to hear the ends of Jocelyn's words as if to detect a faint Czech accent.
Jocelyn and Mary Ann knew each other from somewhere, I could see the spy surmise, rubbing his chin: he craned in near to hear the ends of Jocelyn's words as if to detect a faint Czech accent.
Realizing that this made him appear interested, he quickly picked up a Wall Street Journal and pretended to read.
He certainly still had that curious walk, with the hip shift that earned him the nickname Shimmyshimmy back in those sailors' bars he was said to frequent: if only he could get to shake his hand for a secret twitch of his signet ring in morse code against the palm, then he'd know for sure.
and, sidled over to the guy to get a look at his ring, as his legs flailed out in contortions he hadn't exercised since he was 15, and which made think of his mother, the notorious Madame X.....of Savannah
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
and, sidled over to the guy to get a look at his ring, as his legs flailed out in contortions he hadn't exercised since he was 15, and which made think of his mother, the notorious Madame X.....of Savannah
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Then he'd know what to do. He was such a cool, smooth creature.
Realizing that this made him appear interested, he quickly picked up a Wall Street Journal and pretended to read.
The question was, was he still in league with the Bolivians?
But nevermind that.