Reminding came and left me all alone with blank thought games for having beene thesaurosly criticised by Peggy my mind didn't create her supliance of art, 'though beauty', she'd amitted, 'is a veiling over for all objects you savely made and leave then to the public eyes, the creathings do last not for more minutes to spend my time on', she still softening spoke to ardent youth yea know, 'than that my heart so promised now the howdy clement detaillisted says all this will not return into your hands again' - the shoebox collage with this funny trix mark in sheba'll keep with her untill the last hours came, that's what the pourer clen has told me to remember now and then, not for the artist's fame but for the patronage of a warm and tender deeding willish never ending Y makes me write down all this once seeing again my thinks that have not been outspoken neither talked about for many years behind. I think now about Peg, she didn't hesiote to warm her hands under my nostrils with a bittered pollo handkerchief like metalthreads of madeso cottonfields can ever have begotten the phantastic philosophy in them lands to create such a stachery marterskinny fowl - 'special gilly for goed friends, the owner of the fabrics shealy writes most of the time', she sadly softened her icy tuned rollertongue into my mouth forgetting people many times do hunger to understand about things by hearing the voice of tollian newsread cosy radio stripping, 'let me do too', Pigge beasty slowered, she softened her instructions now by whispering around my throath's middle manapple: 'without a warning they don't forget to ship you over the thinny packet adding theaneously in it this little note of friendship they see that so, you had never seen before the day sheba will show the little chatstrip yellowed with a tiny violet line on telling sheba didn't like very much Porgy and Bess.
That's well payment done abouts in afterwards the facts of life so well explained me for a Pagean Peggory woosten you'll never forget untill the last day she can manage to keep up hotelrooms in Hilton's Heaven aiming her maintweety sounds and signs 'this is your turn now to pay for my billy', that's what the peggy wages me, we are both most endued to think about all over theater's memorables and shary visits, the conclusion in an overview tells sheba is the Hilton's will certainly pay for the rooms of sheballs, but then, she voiced sharping her throath again, 'what about you, you don't think we have travelled on one ticket bioth in this Wagon Lits supports I managed, you know that', such say the lines of lady Peggy Guggenheim private life with me//
Not long after the scene following her registered trademark, a night freezing cold it was, she ringed the bell and showed up into tooled shawls covering uptime to my mansardic choldfriets asset in the discovery, she remarked, such attics I had never left alone before surching on my vericay pleas the artist keeps his free and owns initiatives always in true time answers - pageans, however, always leave you something to remind them weberly they'view in once more - in her case this has timed to beseat a tiny outbit fordear in a little booklet with some notes in shining through the pages, and furthery going to remember any good sheep handing her over there's been on that occasion moreover a worthless sweath towl thinking me she gave, a sort of gray-white girdelry I can't find out exactly what's made the attractive tissue-object for, written in weaving letters is 'ivy dentelles' buoyance will once revael me what this means to her.
'Things could heavel up more often', she reminded me with straight uprightened fingers both, then throwing to meaning awaitance Y made me show the bow, one of her kindled goodkiss-a-by chesty points she made in her advantage 'cause Y really loved this gestes she could bring forth, and that there making out for spherelight on, sheba washed me the face adorathings so overtly going upto my cheeks and to the smile stone lips, the pegeantry created me this all telling now saving us the underlined questions also me has been so longing for to hear, shame on my time, shame on my soul, but the heartbeats is the peggy glows - a teasy feel is all y saved in the tully space object 'a creation by the great Brancusi himself and then given me in loan' Pegy whispers, 'in low loan', that's what the Peg said solvenage to Venice times as slowly as she cunningly cans the petrols of her look - then sheba disappeared like only sheba saves me the dentills formal coming off, then her deeds were to clutch down all those wooden stairsteps down onto the threshold to the street siding here silencing to a corner whereapps we met first time in my conscious life but then so this we made in Venice on the square as well walling soforth in sooth and booty gooth.
For what counts of lefts her last remarks I profiled a picture choosing the linking formula in a join-site by the Guggy Museum with in of this collection shaelly girl Lady Peggy has left me over there in Canal Grande's dessert storm - this man reaching the private site links this he tells 'I have chosen for the reader to save me the try and give a sameway look-in all by myself's endeavors' - Peggy warned me to never make for a repeat somebody else already has been telling her on my behalf, so this is what I have chosen:
the moving bird in space dance - Constantin Brancusi (1940) - adding me the page of first design someting to do rest on the wating eyes you'll oversee your minutes for//
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