traven on the set

[Michael G. Koopman]

Gerry Rouff, 'ere now don't paint this as flaming your recollection of
gossip lifted off about blimps spotted with A.Earhart clearly in first
third involved over encounter christmas tree drugs bilked it look more
like budd off blown noreastern donut corners in discourse upon flavor
of french/german Pynchon interjects?  This that same balk'eyerie store
often about two blocks off Bleaker in respectable canons, what?  Would
be such a locus to point south rather than northern reaches that sail
over rather than deeply under those shelves of yucatan'd bodies.  So,
to the extra-dis tortion of advert of virgin'al island direct under
mainland.  This implying, like sheep, more starts on creeping red ivy
towards northern clipping and culling, maur as it is, over, done?

My take was these DADAist found a bubble underground cave and are
still there crying do-da yodi squish squish occassionally blowing up a
well lava steamed well, not so?  Or, is the bunch fully clipped and
stored away for all such time, Being.  Like white stripes for fudge.

Mike