the style

Plots column.

Oh, art of lie is actor’s art.
They together is art of true.
But I’m the watcher, where my monocule and tailcoat?
A old whore gift for ruddle girl her dessert in dusted from of the sun a room.
And tell for she I’m your mom. Scene off. Antract act two.
The image flating down by cascade.
The obraze goes by overlap.
Statue of Marya in a custel.
The subdouler from dog arc in plot whisper: the girl not ruddle, she is ruddy.
Ah, so charming.

How long it ‘ll be longer?
Actors, lets go trown the tomatos in the shower!
Subdoupromper wisped from her refuge: it’s no shower but it’s the spectators. Not a custel but the church.
Who learning here ‘em scene-role at all?
I’m not I at regessure.
Regesure, you must got to get up the egg and tomato then! Catch in!
Well rum in the buffet.
Else a colors not been enough for me.
When I was drawing a pictures then the paints black white blue and murena remain away by first out of tubi. But the style paining by words it beautiful, though.
- “Why you lie everytime? How you a cirasire” or a painter? “You is just a sharper.
- Pardon, pardon.” So seem they make a spring barbecy from a poor hog in the show.
Who main hero in the plot at all?
I dunno, monsieur, I’m helper of cook and watcher.
You payed for the ticket flayer?
I pale white like a my cook cap.