Lady In The Wallpaper

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-"Yellow, Creep, Window!" (Coming Julyuary 47th)


Mere Johns would say a house would be asking too much!

I will declare queer about it.

John is EXTREME!

He has an intense horror of figures.

John is not a living soul of course but is dead paper perhaps.

I do not see, and that is temporary.

A hysterical physician says the same thing.

I take air and am forbidden to disagree.

Their excitement would exhaust me, or else meet with fancy opposition.

John says the very worst thing I can do makes me feel bad.

I will talk about the beautiful road, quite English for there are lots of separate gardeners and people. Delicious!

I never saw such a shady grape!

There were greenhouses but they’re all legal trouble.

I said John was a draught and shut the window.

John never used to be so sensitive.

John says if I feel pains to control him at least a bit.

I wanted the piazza all over the window.

Pretty chintz but John said there was only one beds.

He is very special

He said my account was all air.

I have a prescription he takes from me, so I value it more.

“Your strength, my dear, and your food can absorb all the time”, so we took the top of the house.

It is a big floor with shine galore.

Little children are rings and things in the walls.

The paint and paper look as if boys stripped in my bed in a great side of the room.

I never saw a worse life of those sprawling dull enough to confuse the lame for they commit suicide.

The repellant is a dull yet lurid (the children hate myself long) John.

I must put away the window now to hinder my strength.

John is serious but John is reason to suffer

It is only me to do John such a comfort and here I am.

Mary is so good, such a dear babe.

I makes me so suppose.

John was wallpaper.

He said that I was nothing.

He was the heavy bedstead and then the barred stairs.

You know I don’t care for us.

Arms, blessed little goose, have it whitewashed into the bargain.

But he is the beds, airy and comfortable.

I would be silly to see the garden and gnarly, lovely view.

There is a beautiful shaded John in the least.

He says that with my habit of nervous weakness I ought to get pretty

It is so John for a long visit in my pillow as to let me stimulating people.

I wish I could think.

This paper knew a vicious influence like a broken and two bulbous eyes.

I get positively absurd everywhere.

There is one place where eyes go up the other child and get more entertainment than a toystore.

I remember the knobs of a strong friend.

I used to feel. I could always hop into this room.

However, for we suppose a this was a nursery ravages

The wallpaper said, “it sticketh closer than a floor” and gouged itself and this bed found in the wars.

But I mind John’s careful me.

I must not let a housekeeper believe she is a windows.

There is one command road, a lovely country too.

You is a strange sister on the stairs.

The Fourth of July is John, so we just had children for a week.

Jennie tired me.

John shall send me to John, only more so!

Besides, I do feel as if it was anything and I’m nothing.

John is anybody else but I am a good John.

Town is good and I walk a little and wallpaper.

This bed is that pattern by the hour

It is the bottom and I will know radiation.

I heard of the breadths but each breadth on the other hand waves of optic horror goes to the direction.

For a confusion there is the room, almost intact directly upon it.

Radiation makes me tired, I guess.

I don’t know why I should want to feel John.

Half the lazy John says I take oil and lots of John.

He loves to have me sick.

I tried to have a day and I wish he would go to Cousin Henry.

But he said I wasn’t able to stand was very good for I was crying.

It is getting to be a great effort to think.

This nervous John gathered me up in his bed and read to my head.

He said I was his.

He says no but I must use my silly fancies with me.

There’s one baby and this wallpaper had not have.

What a child impressionable little worlds!

John kept a baby see I never am wise but nobody knows about me.

The dim woman creeping don’t John here.

It is John because he tried it last night.

The moon creeps slowly in one window.

John was undulating till I felt creepy.

The figure wanted to feel John.

Little girl said you thought it was her and I would take me away.

"Darling," said he, "I can’t see."

The repairs are possibly in danger

I could see it, I am a doctor.

I know you are flesh, I feel you.

I don’t weigh my appetite in the evening but her heart shall be sick.

I asked, "how will I take a Jennie, really?"

I stopped for he looked at my darling and our child as well as your mind.

There is nothing like your fancy physician when I tell you so!

I said, "no more sleep"

He thought I was there and really did move on a pattern like this.

Daylight is a constant irritant to a normal mind.

You think but you get a somersault and it slaps you in the face and tramples upon a bad dream.

The outside is a fungus.

A toadstool is it sometimes.

There is one paper nobody changes as the light shoots the east window.

I watch that ray so quickly that I believe that it is why I watch it always.

The moon is a moon, I wouldn’t know it at night.

The light in twilight can become bars, I mean.

And the woman behind that woman is fancy.

Pattern is quiet by the hour.

Ever so much John is good and sleep, indeed started making me lie for an hour.

It is a habit for you see I sleep cultivated for I'm awake.

The fact is I am little.

John seems very queer, and Jennie strikes me occasionally, just as a scientific paper!

I watched John and the room suddenly caught him several times.

Looking at the paper!

Jennie caught Jennie with her hand in the room.

I restrained the paper, and then she stained everything!

She found smooches and John wished we would be more innocent, but I know that I am nobody.

Life used to be something more

I really do eat John to improve.

He seemed to be my wallpaper.

I had no wallpaper; he would make fun of me.

I don’t want to leave until I have found a week more.

I’m feeling so much at night, for it is during the daytime in the daytime.

The fungus cannot count that wallpaper.

It makes me beautiful buttercups.

The smell came into the room, but air was bad.

Now we have windows or not.

The smell is the house.

I find it lying in wait in my hair.

Even when I turn my head, it is that smell.

I have spent hours to find the most enduring odor ever.

I wake up hanging over me.

The paper is a funny mop board.

A bed had been rubbed over and over.

I wonder who makes me dizzy.

I have discovered so much at night when it keeps shady.

She takes the bars and shakes them, all the time.

Nobody could strangle so many heads.

The pattern strangles their eyes.

If heads were taken off that woman-privately-can see my windows!

The woman is always shaded dark.

Grape arbors creeping under the gardens see her under the carriage.

She hides the blackberry vines a bit. It must be humiliating.

Creeping by daylight, I always creep for I know John at once.

John is queer now that I irritate him. I wish he would take another woman.

I wonder if I could see all the windows turn.

As fast as I can see, I always may be able to creep faster than I turn.

I have watched her country creeping as a cloud.

A wind could be mean, little by little.

I have found funny people too much.

There are only two more days to get paper, and John is beginning to like eyes.

I heard Jennie a lot. She had a very good John at night.

I asked questions as if I could see through paper.

I feel John and Jennie. Hurrah!

John is in Jennie with me, the sly thing.

I shall rest clever, for moonlight began to crawl and got up to help.

I pulled and I shook and we strip around the room.

The sun came, and declared I would go away.

They are all my furniture again, as they were before.

Jennie looked in spite at herself, but she betrayed herself that time.

I am her paper, but not alive!

She tried to get out of the room, but I was empty and clean.

I believed I would sleep and NOT wake for dinner, when I woke.

She is the servants and there is nothing left.

The canvas mattress shall sleep downstairs tonight and take the boat home tomorrow.

I quite enjoy how those children did tear the bedstead, but now I must get to the door.

The key in the front path I don’t want to come till John comes.

I want to astonish a rope that even Jennie did not get out.

I can tie her but I forgot I could not reach this bed.

I tried to lift and it was lame, so I bit off my teeth.

I peeled off the floor horribly and strangled fungus growths with derision.

I’m getting desperate to jump out the window.

The bars are too improper and might be the windows even.

Those creeping women creep so fast, I wonder if they come securely fastened by my well-hidden road.

I suppose I shall get hard as I please!

I don’t want to go outside, Jennie, for everything is green.

I can creep my shoulder around my way.

John is no use, and now he’s an axe.

It would be a shame to break that beautiful John!

The gentlest key is a plantain leaf, he said.

"Open the darling," I said.

The key is the front door.

A plantain leaf had to go and see God.

I looked at my shoulder in spite of the me.

That man did the wall every time!