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DEAD DARLINGS presents “Metamorphosis” Anonymous art Auction VOL.#2
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W139, Oosterdokskade 5, 1011 AD, Amsterdam Date: 2 JUL 2006
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This Sunday, 2nd of July, Dead Darlings courteously invite you to our
Art Auction “Metamorphosis” where you can purchase works at affordable
prices from established, emerging, international and Amsterdam based
artists.

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Metamorphosis should describe the piece itself, rather than its subject
matter. We want a key work, teetering on the line between one way of
working and another, for example:

1. The junction between different mediums.
2. The development from one way of looking to another.
3. A piece of work that underwent a transformation during the course
of its construction becoming completely different than was originally
planned.

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The participating artists for this event include:

Adam Etmanski
Alisa Ozerkina
Analeen Lowes
André Avelãs
André van Bergen
Anne de Vries
Anne Kittemann
Anuschka Blommers
Bart Julius Peters
Carolin Reichert
Christian Falsnaes & so:ren
Christina Mabger
Constant Dullaart
Corina Kunzli
Eiko Ishizawa
Elke Roelant
Eva-Fiore Kovacovsky
George Korsmit
Giorgos Gripeos
James Beckett
Janis Pönisch
Johannes Schwartz
Jules Jones
Katja Mater
Lina Ozerkina
Liv Bugge
Maria Pask
Marianne Kalsbeek
Marianne Vierø
Marnix Goosens
Mark Bain
Melanie Bonajo
Michiel Kluiters
Mina Wu
Nathalie Bruys
Niels Schumm
Nuno Carrusca
Oran Hoffmann
Orly Nurany
Paris Tselios
Paul Kooiker
Qiu Yang
Rebecca Sakoun
Rein Graven
Ruth van Beek
Saskia Janssen
Sema Bekirovic
Sharon Tims
Tania Theodorou
Thijs Kauffmann
Tian-sying Yang
Tunç Topçuoglu
Vincent Zedelius
Voin de Voin
Will Holder
Yutaka Hoshino
Zhana Ivanova / Karen Røise Kielland

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All the pieces will be introduced only by title and the
names of the artists will not be revealed in connection
with the work until the end of the evening.

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Sunday July 2nd at 8 o’clock we are putting Dead Darlings up for auction.
In the W139 project space (located in the lower level of the Stedelijk
Museum Building.) Doors open at 6 o’clock for viewing. The work is viewable
thursday - saturday 14:00 - 21:00.
Drinks will be available throughout.
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DJ Avelãs - after the auction!

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Entrance is free, all present can participate in the bidding.
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For more information feel free to call us at any time:

Tania Theodorou tel. 06-28139658
Lina Ozerkina tel. 06-50470725

or email dead_darlings@hotmail.com

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for the location check:
www.w139.nl

great news

not only is the show prolonged for two weeks till 16 july..
(and will be open to the public from tuesday to sunday 13:00-1800 )
and will have a great closing party
with my robot friend, kevin blechdom, (probably aux raus), Jonas Ohlson, and much more...

come see the last opening this friday at 21:00
aroma therapy, cartoon interferences, and psycho disney works.

Melanie Bonajo
Anne de Vries
Jonas Ohlson

(and don't miss the anonymous auction on sunday..)

OPENING THIS FRIDAY 21:00

deponk loves you for 800 euro

to prepare

to prepare for the lecture tomorow at 2pm, or to dive into the subject a bit more..
some links on hoaxes..
the museum of hoaxes blog
and their top 100 best april fools hoaxes


oh and the de ponk guys fixed their paintball printer and will be performing before and after the lecture tomorow!

jail art

here is a photostream of things somebody finds abandoned in books or stuffed on the book cart at the jail where they volunteer. [via]










thanx to everybody that made yesterday's opening a really good one, and to everybody that missed it, you missed a really good night..
extra thanx to the guys of "uw hond" for their great surprise performance.

CORRECTION

THE LECTURE BY REGINE DEBATTY ON HOAXES IS RESCHEDULED TO 14:00
SUNDAY 14:00
also automated paintball printing.
sorry for any inconvenience, it will be a wonderful start of the afternoon.


Music on the opening tonight
++NATH6LIE++MELANIE BONAJO++

tonight

++surprise performance by "uw hond"++NATH6LIE++Melanie Bonajo++

picture of the day

football fields are actually red
[via]

lecture on hoaxes by régine debatty this sunday

This coming sunday ( june 24 20:30) Régine Debatty from www.we-make-money-not-art.com will give a lecture on hoaxes [definition of hoax here].
She is writing the most well read modern media art blogs around by covering the newest developments, and flying from country to country to see the latest shows.

She wrote an article " the art of fake" on her blog that is interesting to read and offers some pre-lecture refrence material.

work of jasper van den brink

on the next opening, Jasper van den Brink will show "pigeons don't fly at night" the following text is an explanation how he came to the work.

I spent the cold winter of 2004 at an artist residency in Stockholm. Around this time of the year, Stockholm becomes light at 10 am and is already becoming dark again by 2 pm. I noticed that these circumstances, which confused my biological clock, strongly influenced my daily life and my experiences.
That’s how the idea came of releasing over the city a large flock of pigeons with LED lights connected to their legs so that people walking below could observe a marvellous light dance in the sky. These LED lights are very small and don’t trouble the pigeons at all. Because homing pigeons always want to fly home straight away, the lights can be easily removed after the flight.
My interest in pigeons originates from my passion for aerial photography and aerial film recordings. For example, in both world wars, pigeons were used for spying activities. Besides sending airmail, pigeons could be equipped with a small camera for taking aerial photographs. Keeping pigeons was generally forbidden or restrained during World War II and the Germans handed out severe punishment for those who disobeyed.
Unfortunately, I ended up cancelling the project. It turned out that pigeons cannot easily find their way home in the dark because they navigate by the sun. Recent research indicates, however, that pigeons have two additional navigational tools - a magnetic compass and a scent compass. Little information is available about the composition of the “maps” or “charts” that pigeons use in combination with these compasses. But it is clear that navigation does not depend on any one system, and in fact it is possible, albeit difficult, to train pigeons to become so-called “night flying pigeons.” Part of the special training entails chasing them back into the dark when they want to return before dusk. And they will be able to fly at night only if their biological clock is as completely reset as mine was.
The picture, Pigeons Don’t Fly At Night. #2, is part of my ongoing research to train pigeons to fly at night.


The text was writen by Jasper van den Brink for Cabinet Magazine New York, Issue 21, about Electricity. www.cabinetmagazine.org

extreme realistic 3d rendering

this extremely well done 3d rendering needs the decay, and dirt, to make it look realistic.
It's interesting since the sculptures in the show seem to work a lot with texture, and this looks like a virtual sculpture that could participate in the show quite well.
more info [here]

pictures of the show till now

for more see the flickr photo stream

to get into the mood for the next opening friday

listnen to this track made by simon wald-lasowski

footage from the opening

Here is some footage taken from the work "Boombox Blowjob" by Gijs Müller, that was on show at the opening night.

the longest palindrome

The Spam poetry that will be read on sunday the 11 th of june has strange similarities to this, which probably is also a computer generated Palindrome ( a word or sentance that spells the same, read both ways). Flarf poetry, posted about on http://www.boingboing.net/2006/04/17/flarf_highfalutin_wo.html
was trying to simulate this strange quality that emerges when using online translating websites several times, to create a mangeled up version of the original text. Like;

At some thing the misforte is good.
Burn the politeness.
Tell me whom thou frequent, I will tell you which you are.
After the paunch comes the dance.

*also see a translation of the preface to The Portrait of Dorian Gray, by Oscar Wilde
http://www.ixopusada.com/constant/documents/preface.htm
*and try it yourself on a website that automated the whole proces on
http://www.tashian.com/perl/multibabel.cgi
*also see the engrish (Japanese misspellings of the English language collection here
http://www.engrish.com/recent.php


The fact that language is taken over by an abstract given,
-not being able to pronounce an R, and writing an L instead
-a computer translating the text
-a computer generating word lists, that can double for poetry
-a computer program that creates a palindrome
is charming because of the imperfection that can be pointed out, and enjoyed.
Enjoyed imperfection is so much more then non enjoyed imperfection.

(thanx to Orly Nurany for sending this enormous palindrome)





Star? Not I! Movie – it too has a star in or a cameo who wore mask –
cast are livewires.

Soda-pop straws are sold, as part-encased a hot tin, I saw it in mad
dog I met. Is dog rosy? Tie-dye booths in rocks.

All ewes lessen ill. I see sheep in Syria? He, not I, deep in Syria,
has done. No one radio drew old one.

Many moths – I fondle his; no lemons are sold. Loot delis, yob, moths
in a deli bundle his tin. Pins to net a ball I won – pins burst input.
I loot to get a looter a spot paler. Arm a damsel – doom a dam. Not a
base camera was in a frost, first on knees on top spot. Now a camera
was a widened dam.

Ask: Cold, do we dye? No, hot – push tap, set on to hosepipe. Nuts in
a pod liven.

A chasm regrets a motto of a fine veto of wars. Too bad – I all won. A
sadist sent cadets – a war reign a hero derides. A bad loser, a seer,
tossed a cradle – he begat to cosset – a minaret for Carole, Beryl,
Nora. We're not as poor to self.

I risk cold as main is tidal. As not one to delay burden, I don't set
it on "hot". A foot made free pie race losses runnier. As draw won
pull, eye won nose. Vile hero saw order it was in – even a moron saw
it – no, witnessed it: Llama drops – ark riots. Evil P.M. in a sorer
opus enacts all laws but worst arose. Grab a nosey llama – nil lesser
good, same nicer omen.

In pins? No, it is open. If a top spins, dip in soot.

Madam, as I desire, dictates: Pull aside, damsels, I set a rag not for
a state bastion. A test I won e.g. a contest I won.

Kidnap, in part, an idle hero. Megastars, red, rosy, tied no tie.
Blast! A hero! We do risk a yeti's opposition!

He too has a wee bagel still up to here held.

Demigods pack no mask, cap nor a bonnet, for at last a case is open –
I left a tip – it wets. A dog wets too. Radios to help pay my tip,
pull a tip.

Ale, zoo beer, frets yon animal. Can it? New sex arose but, we sots,
not to panic – it's ale – did I barrel? Did I lose diadem, rare carrot
in a jar of mine? Droop as tops sag – unseen knots.

A cat ate straw as buck risk cud; evil foe, nil a red nag ate? Bah!
Plan it – silage. Model foot in arboreta.

I, dark Satanist, set fire – voodoo – to slat. I design a metal as
parrot, I deem it now. One vast sum is no ten in set – amen! Indeed,
nine drag a yam, nine drag a tie. Dame nabs flower; can we help man?
Woman is worse nob.

Mud level rose, so refill a rut. A nag of iron I made to trot I defied
– I risk leg and its ulnae. Can a pen I felt to bid dollar or recite
open a crate, open a cradle, his garret?

Sample hot Edam in a pan. I'm a rotten digger – often garden I plan, I
agreed; All agreed? Aye, bore ensign; I'd a veto – I did lose us site.
Wool to hem us? No, cotton. Site pen in acacias or petals a last angel
bee frets in.

I met a gorilla (simian); a mate got top snug Noel fire-lit role.
Manet, Pagnol, both girdle his reed bogs.

Flan I reviled, a vet nods to order it, Bob, and assign it. Totem
users go help mates pull as eye meets eye. Son – mine – pots a free
pie, yes? No. Left a tip? Order a dish to get. A ring is worn – it is
gold. Log no Latin in a monsignor, wet or wise. Many a menu to note
carrot.

Cat in a boot loots; As I live, do not tell! A bare pussy, as flat on
fire, I know loots guns, fires a baton, nets a hero my ale drop made
too lax.

If it is to rain, a man is a sign; I wore macs, no melons rot. I use moths if
rats relive, sir, or retire.

Vendor pays: I admire vendee, his pots net roe. Nine dames order an
opal fan; I'll ask cold log fire vendor to log igloo frost. Under Flat
Six exist no devils.

Marxist nods to Lenin. To Lenin I say: "Mama is a deb, besides a bad dosser."

Gen it up to get "ova" for "egg". I recall a tarot code: yell at a
dessert side-dish sale. Yes/nos a task cartel put correlate: E.S.P.
rocks a man. I am a man, am no cad, I'm aware where it's at!

Fire! Its an ogre-god to help, man, as I go. Do not swap; draw, pull a troll!

It's not a cat I milk – calf, for a fee, sews a button - knit or tie
damsel over us. Mined gold lode I fill until red nudes I met in a
moor-top bar can. I sit, I fill a diary – trap nine men in ten-part
net – oh, sir, I ask, cod nose? No, damp eel.

So, to get a name! I say, Al! I am Al! Last, I felt, to breed, deer begat.

To can I tie tissue – damp – or deliver Omani artist – a man of Islam.

In a den mad dogs lived on minis a signor who lived afore targets in
at. As eremites pull, I, we, surf, fantasise, mend a bad eye. No hero
met satyr; Tony, as I stressed, won't, so cosset satyr.

A vet on isles made us sign it, a name. Foe man one sub.

Aside no dell I fret a wallaby; metal ferrets yodel, like so. On a
wall I ate rye. Bored? No, was I rapt! One more calf? O.K., calf, one
more, bossy! No! Lock cabin, rob yam, sip martini. Megastar was in a
risk.

Cat? No, I'm a dog; I'm a sad loyal pet. A design I wore – kilts (a
clan); if net drawn, I put it up. Royal spots snag – royal prevents
rift.

Composer, good diet, are both super, God – label it a love of art,
lustre. Video bored, no wise tale e.g. a mini tale – no sagas seen.
Knack: cede no foes a canal.

Pay – as I sign I lie; clear sin it is; e.g. "Amadeus" sign I – lira
for ecu, decimal – sin as liar.

Trad artistes pull a doom, a drawer won't.

Is it sold loot? No, I suffered loss. A man is god; Amen! I came nice
Tahiti (sic).

It's ale for a ban if for a fast – is role to help mash turnip? Use
zoo? No - grasp order – use no zoos. Warts on time did sag.

No grade "X" "A" Level? Oh, "A"! I'd a "B" or a "C". So – pot? No, we
lop. Date? Take no date! Bah! Play L.P.

Miss (a lass, all right?) flew to space in NASA era. Rose no (zero)
cadets ate raw. As a wise tart I fined rags red Lenin, we help pay bet
– a risk – cash to Brian. I put a clam in a pool – a pool wets.

Mahdi puts a stop to harem – miss it in one vote, lost in one, veto of
none. Post-op, no tonsil; I ate; no tastier, eh? We sleep at noon time
so I dare not at one; no time stops as I time tides. A bed: under it,
roll; in a mania, panic!

In a pond I did as Eros as Lee felt tenrec. "Ink" – list it under "I".
Termites put pen in a way. Democrats wonder, I too. To slay moths a
dog did.

I saw elf; elf, far now, is a devilish taboo, rag-naked. I hid a
bootleg disc. I, saboteur, toss it in. Oops! No legs! Laminated, a
cask, conker in it, negates all if it is simple.

Hot pages are in a mag, nor will I peer, familiar tat, so lewd, native
rot. Toner, ewe wore no trace; vagabond ewes do. Oh, Ada! Have pity! A
pitiable eel – "Oh wet am I!" - to save, note: bite gill as I do.

Call a matador minor, eh? As I live, don't! Is torero no rigid animal
debaser if tipsy? Ale drew esteem in a matador. A bolero, monks I rate
play or go dig rocks; a can I step on.

Go! Gas – it evades a bedsit – set a roost on fire. Boss sent a faded
eclair to green imp or dog, I'd don a belt to boot it; if Ada hid a
boot, panic.

I mock comic in a mask, comedian is a wit if for eventide. Vole no emu
loved is not a ferret, so pet or witness a weasel if not. I hired
less, am not so bossy, as yet amateur.

To stir evil, Edna can impugn a hotel: bad loos, hot on Elba: I may
melt. Tart solicits it rawer, gets it rare. Push crate open; I ram
buses, use no trams.

Did I say, not to idiot nor a bare ferret, to trap rat, strap loops
rat? Stewpot was on. Hot? I was red! Lessen it! Fine man on pot? No,
pen inside by a bad law. So I made rips – nine delays.

Some Roman items in a.m. ordered "Is room for a ban?" "It is," I
voted: I sat pews in aisle. Beryl, no tiro to my burden, made off for
a contest, I won kiss. I may raid fine dales. I raid lochs if I to
help am.

Forecast for Clare v. Essex: If no rain, a man is ref. Fusspots net foxes.

Senor is a gnome, latinos' bad eyesore. Help misses run to border,
Casanova, now, or drab hotel.

Ma has a heron; I sleep, pet's on nose, sir! Rev. I rag loved art live
– fine poser. Ultra-plan: I feign, I lie: cedar to disperse – last
one? No, last six. Enamel bonnet for a dark car to toss a snail at. In
it all, Eve lost; Seth's a hero slain on a trap – Rise, Sir Ogre
Tamer.

Upon Siamese box I draw design. I, knight able to help, missed an alp
seen in Tangier of fine metal pots. Tin I mined rages – order nine,
melt ten. Tone radios; tones are not to concur. Ten-tone radar I bomb
– best fire-lit so hostel side meets eerie mini red domicile. A gulf
to get is not a rare tale; no time to nod.

Row on, evil yobs, tug, pull. If dogs drowse, fill a rut. An era's
drawers draw. Put in mid-field in a band I dig a tub deep. Staff on a
remit did refill a minaret.

Sam's a name held in a flat, or, sir, bedsit. I wonder, is it illicit
ore? No ties? A bit under? Retarded? Is 'owt amiss? I'm on pot; not so
Cecil, a posh guy a hero met. A red date was not to last so Cecil sat.

Tip? An iota to pay, a dot; sad, I drop item. I'd ask, call, Odin, a
Norseman's god: "Pay payee we owe radio dosh o.n.o." I to me? No, I to
media.

Peril in golf – is ball a "fore"? K.O.!

Vexed I am re my raw desires. Alto has eye on nose but tone-muser
pianist is level-eyed. I lost a tie. Blast! In uni no grades are
musts. Avast! Never port! Sea may be rut.

Part on rose? - It's a petal. Define metal:

Tin is … (I gulp!) can!

I am a fine posse man, I pull a ton. Ron, a man I put on, I made
suffer of evil emu's sadism. Leo's never a baron - a bad loss but evil
– topple him, Leo's lad. Assign a pen, can I? A pal is note decoding.

Is damp mule tail-less? No, ill; I breed for its tone. Radio speed, to
grower, grew. Open a lot? No, stamp it; if for a free peso – not ecu
-deign it. Times ago stone rates, e.g. at Scilly, display a wont.

No wish to get a design I, Sir Des, I've let? No bus sees Xmas fir.
O.K. – cab – tart it up; tie lots – diamond, log or tinsel; first end
errata edit. So "le vin (A.C.)", Martini, Pils lager, one tonic.

I pegged a ball up to here when I got a top star role, Beryl. Gun is
too big – won't I menace? Yes? No?

Ill? A cold? Abet icecap's nip. U.S.A. meets E.E.C. inside tacit sale
– see! Beg a cotton tie, ma! No trial, so dodo traps exist. Arabs
under-admire card label good hood stole.

In rage erupted Etna. Will a rotunda, bare villa, to tyro. Lack car?
Non-U! Get a mini! My, my, Ella, more drums per gong; get a frog – nil
less. Rod, never ever sneer. Got to?

I disperse last pair of devils (ah!) here today or else order cash to
breed emus. Said I: "Are both superlative?" C.I.D. assign it lemon
peel still. I wore halo of one bottle from a ref (football) – a tip;
so hit last ego slap a mate got.

Late p.m. I saw gnu here (non-a.m.) or an idea got a dog to nod – I
made felt to boot.

Fill in a lad? Nay, not all, Edna – lash to buoy. Did you biff one
Venus? Not I! "Broth, girl!" ladies ordered – "No, with gin!" – a fine
plate, maybe suet; no carton I made rots in it.

Med: a hill, Etna, clears in it. Ali, Emir, to slap in/slam in. All in
all I made bad losers sign it – alibi. Set a lap for a level bat.

A bed, sir, eh? To put cat now? Drat! Such an idyll of a dog's lair!
That`s it, open it – a cage! Big nit sent rat! Some day (A.D.) send
ewe. No, draw a pot now, do! Of wary rat in a six ton tub.

Edna, ask satyr: "Tel. a.m.?" No, tel. p.m.; Israeli tuner is damp.
Use item: "Anna Regina". No! Dye main room ("salle") red!

Nice caps for a sea cadet in U.S.A. – Now I, space cadet, am it, sea
vessel rep. Pin it on Maria, help Maria fondle her fine hotpot. No!
Meet; set up to net, avoid a lesion. Set acid arena: Bruno one, Reg
nil. Like it to sign in? Even I am nine-toed! I vote votes.

Oh, can a nose-rut annoy? No, best is Dorset. I know, as liar, to
snoop, malign. "I'll order it to get a bedroom door," began a miser I
fed.

Am I to peer, fan? Is a door by metal? Ere sun-up, drowse, nod, lose
magnet. Food? Buns? I'll ask. Corn? I'll ask. Corn – I snack. Cats
snack (cold rat). Sum for a bag: nil. First, is remit "traps in net"?
Yes, on a par. Coots yell over a dam I made. Bared nudist went a foot,
I made roots. I tip a canon: "Row, sir, at same tide; man one: row
tug."

Sewer of denim axes a wide tail – a terror recipe to hero made manic.
I, to resign? I ? Never!

"OFT I FELT ITS SENSUOUSNESS" – title fit for evening is erotic; I
named a more hot epic – error retaliated – I was examined for ewe's
gut, wore no named item.

A star is worn on a cap, it is too red. Am I too fat? Newts I'd under
a bed. Am I mad? Are volleys too crap? A nosey tennis part-timer sits
rifling a bar of mustard.

Lock cans, stack cans in rocks, all in rocks, all I snub. Do often
games, old ones, word-pun use; relate, my brood, as in a free pot I
made fires, I manage brood. Moor debate got tired rolling, I lampoon,
so trail saw on kites.

Rod sits, ebony on nature, so Nana chose to veto video. Ten in main
evening is O.T.T. i.e. killing; Ere noon, urban eradicates noise, lad,
I ovate not. Put esteem on top (to hen, if reheld).

No fair ample hair – am not I nipper-less? Eva estimated ace caps I
won as united. A Caesar of space, Cinderella's moor, Niamey Don (a
Niger-an name), ties up mad sire, nut! I, Lear, simpleton male, try
tasks "A" and "E"

but not "XI". Sanitary raw food won top award one Wednesday – a demo.

Start nesting, I beg a cat. I? Nepotist? Ah, trials, God! A folly,
Dinah, custard won't act up; other is debatable. Velar: of palate;
sibilating is "s".

Resold: a bed, a mill, an ill animal – snip, also trim. Eilat in
Israel can tell I had 'em. Tin I stored (am I not raconteuse?) by a
metal pen. If a night, I wondered, rose, I'd all right orbit on sun,
even off.

I buoy, did you? Both Sal and Ella, Tony and Alan ("Ill if too
bottle-fed, am I?") do not. God! A toga! Ed in a Roman one, rehung!
Was I, M.P. et al., to get a map? Also get salt? I, hospital lab to
offer, am, or felt to be, no fool – a hero.

Will it sleep? No, melting is sad ice. Vital re-push to be raid, I
assume. Deer, both sacred roes, Leroy (a doter, eh?) has lived for. I,
apt sales rep's idiot to greens, revere vendors selling or fat egg-nog
reps.

Murder O'Malley, my mini mate – gun on rack. Calory total: liver, a
bad nut or all I wanted ("et puree garnie"): lots. "Do, oh do, ogle
bald racer," I'm dared – N.U.S. bar at six.

Esparto, dodo's lair to name it, not to cage bees, elasticated, is
nice. Esteem, as up in space, cite bad local lions, eye can emit now.
G.I. boots in ugly rebel or rat's potato gin (eh?) were hot. Pull a
bad egg – epic, I note, no regal slip in it. Ram can … (I've lost
idea!)

Tarred nets, rifles, nitro, gold – no maid stole it. Put it, rat, back
or if Sam ("X") sees sub on televised rising, I sedate Goths. I won't
– no way.

Alps, idyllic stage set, are not so gas-emitting, I educe. To nose,
peer, far off, I tip mats onto lane. Power grew or got deep so I dare
not stir. Of deer, billions sell. I ate lump – mad sign, I do cede –
tonsil a pain, acne pang is sad also. Elm I help pot, live – tub's
sold; a ban or a bar, even so, elms, I'd assume, live for. Effused am
I not, up in a manor, not all up in a mess.

Open if a main A.C. plug is in it.

Late men I fed late – pasties or not. "Rapture" by a maestro prevents
a vast sum erased.

Argon in units, albeit at solid eye level, sits in a … (I presume not)
… tube, son. No eyes: a hot laser – is Ed wary?

Mermaid, ex- evoker of all A.B.s, I flog. Nil I repaid. Emotion!
Emotion, oh so do I dare, woe!

Wee yap-yap dog's name's Ron. An idol lacks a dime tip, or did, as
today a potato in a pitta slice costs a lot – tons. A wet adder ate
more hay. Ugh! So, pal, ice cost on top? No, miss, I'm a two-sided
rat, erred nut, I base it on erotic ill; It is I, red now; it is
debris, rot.

Alf, an idle he-man as "master animal lifer" did time, ran off at
speed, but a G.I. did nab an idle if dim nit. Upwards rewards are
natural life's words, God. Fill up guts, boy, live now or do not emit
one later. A rat on site got flu.

Gaelic, I'm odd Erin, I'm Eire, esteemed islet. So hostile rifts ebb.
Mob, I.R.A., dare not net R.U.C. – no cotton. Erase not, so I dare not
nettle men in red rose garden – I'm in it.

Stop late men if foreign at nine. Esplanades, simple hotel, bath, gin
– king is Edward IX; obese; Ma is no pure mater. Go! Rise, sir; part
anon.

I also rehash tests – 'O' Level Latin, Italian. S.A.S., so, to track
radar. Often nobleman exists alone – not sales reps – I do. Trade
ceiling, i.e. final part, lures open if evil trade.

Volga River rises on no steppe. Elsinore has a hamlet – Oh, Bard, row on Avon!

A sacred robot nurses simple hero's eye; dabs on it a lemon. Gas,
iron, Essex often stops, suffers in a mania. Ron fixes several crofts,
acer of maple. Hot, I fish; cold, I arise laden; if diary amiss, I
know it set no car off. Foe-damned ruby motor, it only rebels.

Ian I swept aside to visit, in a bar of moorside red, Romanis met in a
more mossy ale den. Inspired am I, Oswald. A bay bed is nine p on top.
No name, niftiness- elder saw it. Oh no! Saw top wet star's pool –
part star, part otter. Refer a baron to idiot, Tony, as I did.



Smart ones use submarine.

Poet, arch-super-artiste, grew artistic. I lost rattle; my amiable,
not oh so old, able to hang up, mina, can deliver it, so true. "Ta,
matey!" – says so Boston (Mass.) elder I hit.

On file S.A.E. was sent – I wrote poster re fat on side, volume one –
loved it, never off it, I was in. Aide mocks a manic; I mock comic, I
nap: too bad I had a fit, I too. Bottle ban odd, I go drop mine, ergo
trial ceded a fatness, sober if not so, or a test is debased.

A vet is agog – no pet's in a cask – corgi dog, royal pet, a risk no more.

Lob a rod at a man I meet. Sewer delays pit fires – a bedlam in a dig
– iron ore rots it. No devil is a hero – Nimrod.

At a mall a cod is all I get. I bet on Eva, so Tim ate whole eel bait,
I pay tip, Eva had a hood sewed. No B.A. gave car to Nero, we were not
to rev it and we lost a trail; I'm a free pill, I wrong a man. I erase
gap; to help miss it, I fill a set. A gent in ire knocks a cadet.

Animals' gel on spoon – it is so true to basics – I'd gel; too bad I
hide kangaroo baths – I lived as I won raffle, flew as I did go, dash,
to my, also too tired now, star comedy: A wan, inept, upset I'm
retired, nut; its ilk, nicer. Nettle feels a sore; sad, I did no panic
in a pain, am an ill or tired, nude, based item; it is a spot.

Semitone, not a tone, radios emit; no, on tape; elsewhere it's a tone.

Tail is not on; pots open on foot, even on it, so let oven (on, it is)
simmer – a hotpot's a stupid ham stew.

Loop a loop, animal – cat up in air.

Both sacks I rate by apple hewn in elder's garden if it rates, I was
aware – tasted a core.

Zones or areas, Annie, cap, so twelfth girl, lass, alas, simply (alpha
beta) done, Kate. Tadpole won top Oscar, Obadiah, "O" Level axed.

Argon gas did emit no straw, so ozone sure drops argon, oozes up in
Ruth's ample hotel or sits afar off in a bar – of elastic, is it?

I hate cinema; cinema dogs in a mass. Older effusion to old – lost, is
it now? Reward: a mood.

All upsets it.

Radar trails an Islamic educer of a riling issue, damages it in
Israel. Ceiling is, I say, a plan, a case of one deck. Can knees sag
as one Latin image elates, I wonder?

Oboe diverts ultra foe, volatile bald ogre – push to berate; I'd do,
ogre. So, p.m., Oct. first, never play organ's stops – lay or put it
up in ward ten.

Final cast like rowing – I sedate play, old as am I, God! Am I! On
tacks I ran; I saw rats. A Gemini tramp is May born.

I back colony's sober omen of lack of lace. Rome, not Paris, a wonder.

Obey retail law – a noose killed oyster. Reflate my ball, a
water-filled one. Disabuse no name of emanating issue.

Damsels, I note, vary tastes so cost now desserts. I say no! Try taste
more honeyed. A bad nemesis at naff ruse will upset. I, mere Satanist,
e.g. rater of a devil – (Oh wrong is a sin!) – I'm no devil's god,
damned.

Animals, if on a mat, sit. Rain, a more vile drop, made us site it in
a cottage. Breed deer – bottle fits a llama.

I lay, as I emanate, go to sleep, mad ones on docks – air is hot.
Entrap, net, nine men in party raid - all if it is in a crab-pot room,
an itemised, under-lit, nullified old log den – I'm sure voles made it
rot in knot.

Tubas we see far off lack limit. A cat on still or tall upward paws to
no dog is an ample hot-dog, ergo nastier if tastier, eh? We, raw amid
a conman, a mama in a mask, corpse et al., err.

Octuple tracks at a son's eyelash side distressed a tall eye doctor, a
tall ace, rigger of a vote: got put in egress; odd, abased, is ebbed,
as I am, Amy, asinine lot! Nine lots! Don't six rams live? Don't six
exist?

Alfred, nuts or fool gigolo, trod never if gold locks all in a flap on
a red rose; made nine or ten stops.

I heed never, I'm Daisy, a prod never, I terrorise viler starfish. To
me suitors, no lemons, came rowing. Is a sin a mania? Rot!

Sit! I fix a looted amp or delay more, hasten not. A baser if snug
stool, wonkier, if not - Alf says - super, a ballet to no devil, is a
stool too. Ban it, actor, race to no tune.

May names I wrote wrong (Is no man in it, a long old log?) sit in row,
sign irate Goths; I dare drop it. At felon's eye I peer, fast open –
I'm nosey, esteem eyes. All upset, ample hogs resume totting. Is sad
nabob tired? Roots don't evade liver in Alf's gob.

Deers I held right; oblong, apt enamel or tile rifle on gun spot to
get a man – aim is all. I rogate, minister. Feeble gnats, alas late,
prosaic, a canine pet is not to consume hot.

Loo, wet, issues old idiot; evading, I sneer, obey a deer, gall a
deer, gain alpine dragnet for egg I'd net to ram in a pan I made to
help master. Rags I held, arcane poet, arcane poetic error, all odd; I
bottle fine panacean lust. I'd nag elks I ride if editor toted a
minor. I fog a natural life.

Roses, or level dumb ones – rows in a mown, ample, hewn acre.
Wolfsbane made it a garden in May, a garden indeed.

Nine mates, nine tons I must save now on time – editor raps a late
man. G.I.s edit also, too. Do over if tests in a task radiate. Rob
ran; I, too, fled.

"Omega" – list in alphabet.

A gander, a line of live ducks, irk cubs. A wart, set at a cast on
knee, snug as spots.

A poor denim for a janitor, racer, armed aide, solid idler – rabid;
I'd elastic in a pot, tons to sew.

Tubes or axes went in a clam, in an oyster. Free booze – lap it all
up. Pity, my apple hot, so I'd a root stew. God, a stew! Tip it at
feline! Posies, a cat's altar often, no baron packs. A monk caps dog –
I meddle here – hot? Pull its leg! A bee was a hoot, eh?

No, it is opposite. Yaks I rode wore hats, albeit on deity's orders.
Rats age more held in a trap, nip and I know it – set no cage now.

It's eta; no, it's a beta – Tsar of Tonga rates isles. Mad Ed is all
upset at cider, is Ed? Is a madam too? Snip? I'd snip, spot a fine
position, snip nine more cinemas.

Do ogres sell in a mall? Yes, on a barge so rats row tubs.

Wall last canes up or Eros, an imp, lives to irk, rasp or dam all
tides sent. I won't – I was no Roman – even I saw tired row – a sore.
He lives on. "No!" we yell.

Up, now! Wards are in nurses' sole care. I, peer, fed, am too fat? Oh,
not I, test no dined ruby ale; dote not on salad it's in – I am sad.

Locks I rifle so troops atone re war. Only rebel or a crofter animates
so cottage beheld arcades, so trees are sold, abased. I redo, rehang,
I err – a wasted act; nests I'd – as an owl – laid. A boot's raw foot,
even if a foot to master, germs (ah!) can evil do.

Pan is tune-pipe – so hot notes, paths up to honeydew.

Odd locks, a maddened (I was aware) macaw on top, spot no seen knots,
rifts or fan, I saw. Are maces a baton, madam? Oodles, madam? Rare
laptops are too late – got too lit up.

Nits rub – snip now, I'll abate, not snip, nits I held.

Nubile Danish tomboys I led to old loser as no melons I held; no fish
to my name. Nod lower, do I dare? No, one nods a hairy snipe. (Edit:
one hairy snipe, eh?) See silliness, else we'll ask cornish to obey
deity's or god's item. I, God, damn it! I was in it! To Hades, acne
trap, sad loser! As warts pop, a dosser I – we – vile rat, sack! Same
row, oh woe! Macaroni, rats, as a hoot, tie. I vomit on rats.