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blogspot goes crazy in the style of late night sunday by the power to troppo di vino and troppo di return button. what ensues however is a something quite housebound, humourful, and potently fortified. thank you blogspot.

lolita

lady chatterley's lover

story of o

kama sutra

my secret life

delta of venus

tropic of capricorn

tropic of cancer

fanny hill

story of the eye

120 days of sodom

torture garden

bride stripped bare

diary of a chambermaid

searching for the important canonical works, what i'm really finding is that, amazingly, they were a modest cohort, modestly immodest.

the gols rosey complexion suggests immortality, and behaves thus. the gols ghost rose up as aforetomentioned, and peeper was repentant. gol forgave as gol always does, peeper renegged as peeper always does. Gol is now assuming habitat inside the lumpy stained nest of mrs m. hubbard, during the reprieve. What gol really wonders is what all the reasons were. the outline is vague, the colouring vaguer still. All that tends to happen is that gol more and more frequently falls from nest to nest. Gol misses peeper badly. It is the nature of gol's ghost, to mourne her reeper. It is nature.

After the gol's souls exploded unto the dirt, her ghost rose up with a rosey complexion. Her ghost was such that the peeper thought her recovered. He put his hand out to her and said smuggly, i'm sorry gol, you can come back and make the nest again. Firstly, the gol had already dropped all of the good twigs, somewhere betwixt the perch and the fall, they had flang everywhich way. Secondly, doesn't a peeper know, that once you kick a gol off of the perch and explode all of her souls on the dirt that you can't put her back together again?

one time there was a girl and one time there was a peeper. they met they wooed they loved they lilted. they leaned to and fro together as though they were two insects, to and fro. one day the gorl and the peeper decided to build a nest together. The girl went off to find the twigs, she found many many good twigs. It took her a lot of time and strength, she was only one girl, and she was very happy about the nest. the girl carried the twigs back to the peeper and was ready to make the nest. When she got there the peeper said sorry and kicked her off the perch and onto the ground where she exploded all her souls all over the dirt. Poor girl.