to let

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                                My izba comprizes dinner for two. In this heimat of the humlet well huger-mugger the jewel.Jona's to let as Jilltomona Oona's you-ger sitter.Majesty majesty her harem's see through address is a guest's ringtoe to the calling of the impossible woman, what a man needs. This pretence of loving its culled from crape weeds and bum's burning asses!


   to let 5 dollars!

More gawd anon or beglover to yoursake seek.


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hereafter!

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  rOLl an Surge 

Gear and tear/ joy of the crowd

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(i used loud before / not good as it's a blandishment of the perfect balance  in the sigla)



  Mona's in cassock, greca (the long coat) and Roman hat.  She aint a priestess but she's a  man of god whomsoever the bells toll they tell (an toll) for you  ~  thee in the extraordinary pronoun. Of which there's plenty in a hunkin' nose, downtown. In the coliseum Lions Roar. it's the gold cassock suit at the dawn ringing the reign of light the extended love affiar across the world afire..











                        (we gathered in the loggia) 


                                Tombs, rooms and catacombs , honey hives, ringing beads, row on row rosary an roar
                                               this is where the god comes
                            flying crucifix in the praying
                                        bowing father
                                                    in the rain


                                                          at twilight's Rome   ~.

 back in france, the eldest daughter of the church  
    a cry    of some existentialist caper
     perches beneath  the





  the bells of Notre_Dame
         ringing louder than the ecstasy of ten thousand saints hosannas hosanna
           signing
                     singing in the skies



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Limpring prolo

                                             Intersubjecti Intersubjectivity making  with Lim Intersubjectivity making  with Limping prolo.ping prolo.vity making  with Limping prolo.with Limping prolectivity 

making  with Limping prolo.ping prolo.vity making  with Limping prolo.with Limping prol

prerambulate

This cold of beauty's your name. Hoar to the frost of its block the tenement rulling throng and its beast burn song. the bad man thinks yelling makes him a poet speaking for others. Not their word or his song, but their's . So he clamoursly claims . Mona brushes him off a fool to his bursting melody. A farce t o his cruel song, melody maker of a crying upstart a hooey blower on the whale of suffering's particular joint

This is the cool tea's mace, history's chopping rock.

Esther on the bilge

  God could use help no? donyyouthink as the worl's collapsing ridge inside the if of morpheme... it shall weave auspices

 by the many loving manyofmore  reacing its toward night. A knight clopping clopping to redeem? Assisting the god in her efforts. A flueink galow not a parched rag rammer... we've been becoming courtesy and gallantry we're not sure this love


Not does but the mouth hods  whisper. it's a another word on the plate. Not a appollo destiny  but  afate built around necessity the   sigh of the crown and wink   her parlay and this parliamentary lover... Not broker to broker a  brother's easly forgotten as is a dumb arse  .A friend of longterm turns out to be an ass of the piddle pot
How do you end the king?  but the  green movers know their game creating the paranoia fits with the match... Alone till his gang grabbed him from sinking but never reached nor wne to help  the others   but grew his self machine forever his rotten self... Not a knight

 Not a knight but a bight  of the deathwish . Holding the of .

~over then are you?

    Soviet princess (my lover , of priveliege and mighty) held to her communist dog. Hegel's hanky and a midriff plump. working by the slave of dialectic and running instituons she knew her true was true. And not necessarily scrolled blue to the loo of the rock and winding pedal ringing toes to the  arrival of her purr meek sun. Soviet process held fast to the work of chain and the Circes of history the open plane heart .

Gussy up baby we're in the navy.

Mona loves Soviet Princess. Clubbed to her veteran window.  All the return of hipstory blanched and balanced the wreck of knights. Queer and otherwise, contrawise to her widow weeding black.

Every new takes things  ~ 

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~ in the deep refridgerator

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 In  the deep freesze lover.    Wake up it's o ver
  pain frost lies and war. leaks and secret trysts hanging on by the teeth

  and the plainful painful bending of the flower

 if you sleep don't sleep
  there's love and company in the twilight zOne! thasts Mona rerun and the amethyst chain

Over the noster you got the coster no its the cozening on Villeneuve with ripped up papers not a method  but a steering finding acting    ~ it was what it was not something else it was what it was not something pretending to be anything other bbut

bububut that  hours and Molly in the kitchen was that her what became of her and you were heading to France that summer again hearing the live lectures and the fervor of fire in the air as the advancing plane and wave of love swept its hour journal across the page



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she's pluralistic

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She's pluralistic when she's got time. Got time you say? She say  it . Rubbing elbows with the refrigerator ~

    but a shrinking page and stinking age wars by her feet tumbled agains the block lift her higher and higher.  Ooopppss there goes a sideways leap~. She's bounced again to eternity and its high transcendence .  O eternal ghost of the inlove to time's toe to toe saunter.

She's become this very thing  not in itself but by itself a supple smile a solitary smile on her face   ~   .

A meaningful operetta

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Mona's pluralistic part-time that's not wharfed by the partial dent o f sideass
becoming. A tart to play her day a tune ringing her night.

Pluralistic Mona when she's got time.


             J I took you to bed in my mouth on paper. Thank you thank you very much for          becoming a full mouth of verse and not a curse or what's worse hanging to the edge of                         the bed with a book of beads and gum. As any other thing becoming  a pear a bitter clove a stranger becoming holding her head neighing                      

back from the nave of the hanging ridge and  a flaky sun too    ~

                                 O Jill!~ O  buttocks! O veins!~ dont waste your mouth on  bourgeois dreams! The word tucks its merit to her face killing the instant of postcopulation bills and bliss makes its way out a long way ~

Is there a  beat to this concession a woman pushed up against a wall will strike back! If she cant find another road through won't she? 

a twisting cloud crumbling at her feet leaves the tearful Christ alone a son at the dogmoon's bone wondering what can  come of this.

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Should anyone

If anyone had a way of becoming its Jill. Startled by  night  she holding a  furbelow and her hip shine wave.A knock knee savior  and shes naked under her dress skirt pantaloon with her shiny boot ass. A glowing in the dark with a ten cent love affair.And everything that makes her breast sucking work. O mouth O con O canting rose of the total humbug: take off your make-up!


                   ___________________ and the trolley__ the torn underlined page

  but her dress and  a steak house lover . coughing in the dawn morning to rift her sunshine.a gasp of sky
   and the reeling thing  . Not the bad guys and the dying dumbass war and gummed amounting to nothing.


And Jill worries the feet off her lawyer. Shes press ganged by whipping tormented  a catholic suckers bait not philosophy's tender and  rare moment.


A shook a wook and a book!

wake her up to the  cluttered fleer.

              and the goverment sigh





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Jill

Jill crowns the hill of lost achievement and missing.  And that neighborhood.


She coaxed and fossicked the hollow gully trode 'mesate' the rocks and broom and knew she was doomed. Talking to few schizoid alcoholics was a double cross game __ tossed in the air by personality and place. and the dead boy with his banjo already embracing death. A north easterly blowing cruel on her bending body body bending and the assholes grabbing the tiller . Of the beat. Wrecking a near miss and a continual smooth ride and was real versus.Now if you're going to be a prospecter searching out gold better to get your knees capped then wait for the smooth ride. And she looked dead-eye hate to him with her eyes deadeye and the boy was doomed . to foreshadow and his own death. and the mother muck, shitfuck to Oedipus eating her own farrow. and the old bitch hauling off another turkey chase for her . breast was coming soon. to the imminent death of her turning. and this was the pain of begin alone. and the cops were everywhere bullying the death instrumentation and moraling the true freedom. And B.C. and A.D. became what was the clandestine event of its becoming which you thought was true for so long  and now nor more nor less the running down periscope . Of the world and its tomahawk dictators. and the unequal fairness of the one alones and the assumption of equality no justice existed and the Bastille day coming for theirs and the chop chop shop shop.


And  Jill found her ass on the side of the pill. Breaking its nether teeth for her grasp.


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if a buddhist trope

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  Jill knows better than to do this__ it reaps of the one  the sun  winking farthest from  "the come along" pass, 

          a rude thing made of star fetched night!

A knight! fain would see her severalling selves, around a twister, a tornado of busted grapes,a  loose wain to the wondering gown. It precedes this way, hovercraft to a maligned    blank spot. Not that it escapes necessarily the s but  surely it stammers piece  by piece to the bisexual hourglass a woman's body in night.

A night again. Again night and gaining ground it's gainsaying what makes a plateau fevered pitch. A noise gaining ground repetition  redundant  a sound weighing heavier as if it were  a heart not a  plate.

                             You lost it Jill not for every Franny is there  a mink moment. Nor a  Brigid Bardot wondering at the melon of breast. and the heard of what might become a tender peach to the instant of singing and your voice kicking  back what's better. And the  and that      ~ . Unending desire moved with the girl moving back her shallow back and    ~ O the Mouth    ~ .

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