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The Snevets Stories 2: The Stakeout

Snevets went around the house. We followed close, but not conspicuous. He was looking for a window, no doubt. Something to make it into the house by. “Make it into by” pay attention to the phrase. Snevets was wicked with phrases. My team came around the corner in time to see his feet disappearing into the house. I said watch out, this is not like Snevets. Something must be up. At least we know he’s in the house. Spread out. Circle the place. You know the signal if he tries to break our perimeter. No mistakes on this one, we might not get this chance again. We waited for a long time. Snevets was going to make it hurt.

Dark came. I was circling, checking team’s endurance. It was failing. Desperate, I snuck on to the porch. The house was lit inside–nobody in the front room. I decided to scale the porch to look into the second story windows. I’m old and tired. I swore at Snevets under my breath. His name was perfect to curse, and its language took over making it hard to climb. Looking in the second story window, I saw Snevets standing over a desk in a study. Under him was a small girl, no more than thirteen, writing. I saw Snevets’ mouth move. He was dictating to her. The pencil looked enormous in her small hand. How long could they keep this up? We had been waiting for hours. What were they writing? Neither of them looked tired. Snevets hadn’t even loosened his tie. He spoke slowly, and was spelling some of the words. I could see him mouth them a letter at a time. Knowing Snevets, this could go on a while. I was going to have to relieve the men.

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The Snevets Stories 1: Definitions

A Snevets story: any story in which the point of view is an investigating officer, and the protagonist, Snevets, is committing sinister crimes of composition. Peculiar to these pursuer/pursued stories is that the investigating officer never catches Snevets. At each cornering Snevets manages to write his way out of trouble. Also Snevets’ crimes of language are never made concrete–the exact nature of each transgression remains mysterious.

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Essaying the Outline 17, Lives Appareled Yesterday

Lives Appareled Yesterday

  1. Nipples faking forward

    1. a whale-full of ambergris

      1. pony erectus

    2. how’s that called?
      what many room?
      whatever.
      how…perfect?

    3. a pumpkin flower

    4. my hangtag says Love,
      park me.

  2. Shot from canon to heaven

    1. a spit covered lark

    2. coup-loose a-cackle

    3. cherub being his practiced designation

  3. The hunger results in a feeding

    1. that’s the monster of creativity, Frank

    2. we’ll put together an ego-team

    3. the pictures on the wall are aligned by gaze

    4. I’ve been the bedspring

      1. rat kiss her fangs in the morning

  4. she cut her eyes crying

    1. lungs opening my ribs
      like an umbrella
      puffing at the rain
      one unit August evening

    2. here is my apartment dust bin and rubble

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Essaying the Outline 10

Variation: Formula 29
Your Mother Wears Kneepads

 

  1. The latest truest thing

    1. Kansas is my state
    2. An extraordinary display of Karl Marx
    3. Should out to deceive myself

  2. Resides within the vicinity

    1. Guns exceeding butter
    2. Cake exceeding batter

    3. The leaden promise

      1. a today-made tomorrow

  3. The before you know it outline of the world

    1. A owes B
    2. What’s wrong with B
    3. The shot is like the shoot yourself

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Essaying the Outline 9

Variation: Formula 29
The Five in Field Minutes

 

  1. To plate or penny

    1. Billy-o-nickels
    2. What’s wrong with tines
    3. The theory of spork

  2. The leaden exposure stiffens me

    1. Boys exceeding boys

    2. She shouted: every leg a stirrup

      1. (in her head)
    3. The before you know it circle of dicks

  3. Reflecting the human of desire

    1. The peg or the whole
    2. The tongue or the mouth
    3. Can be a fit? yours,Trumaine

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