Saturday

hER stay




How do you hold your close net thing that? O a recipe? a Latvian woman strolling  long the promende summer snow falling  crumbling at the curb of deterritorialization. It would be that as heard her singing came to collect a calm edge not heathened however weathered by a strong storm life's butter usual. O her, you say, unusual? no, not usually, but its not usual.
 O I see Miss Antigone . Is that your weaker claim to laid out escaped foundation necessity it must be the shape of a glad talking pair of buttocks shaking their hand to heavensworth a dialectic I'll say!




__________ perfume prepare that signature to rough aside your hand    no one come to stand beside this committed 'engadged' delivery o f the stork to the honly god homily in downtown south of chaos pleasusre anatarchy';s young sister. Not even a classical mouth! dropping drooping can get this tent working



O Mona! your silly is the two.


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Monday

A million Jills

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 Mona enters a desperate plea a  testimonial her stage is alone's she's not globe to her goggle!
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A million words and more but who gives a damn except you and a shuffle of a handful

I am desperate to love life but they won't let me.
Theres's my  ring of the day term.
Print it it might make a fortune for libraries one day!

kISS THE moon Jill
she's short and long winded.
A blessed thing stuck between her ears, and wired
by iambic pentameter.____________________oNE BiLLion Singing Plateaus John Coltrane.



Jill's at the corner making winddings------------------


__________Franny's got the hippy-hippy shakes!
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Sunday

Franny's inlusions_pre

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inluding'
franny's inlusions included the uussuaalll truble? or / it 's the other denim forest forget knot

the last time, i was in france, after leaving greece __ whata nicemess of chaos that was . she went  with us, to his grave 


                       (saying nothing of collusion disinterred junction at lip and nether beck)
  in the south  with my daughter, we met Felix's daughter, E, she's got at   a story about those ending 
 dime  and the day was cool

it welcome d  us

 and reminded me , of us, and them back a, in , at , in Vincennes, St. denis,           
                                                                                                                                                              it was  a crying time___-shoosh, i don't mean that way _ but the table afterward, and over   _ well, lines                           are                 like that aren't they ?
                         the            o       n              e s       coming later   ....



of reminding willow, and elm , too , then we went on the boat , to another place,

                                                  (Saint-Léonard-de-Noblat )
we came off the Irish sea.

i t was petulant was , it? it was petulant ,  as a  flower might be a  petal of preened feather and bow-tie gather.

flounced by a flounder's becoming a metamorphosis of love breath, and 


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Saturday

tilts her chin




                         This way  tilts her chin  ~  Miss Jill the night's heat's your harbinger. Not a binge, or hard tasked bay but a pulling want to need what's given and lovin. O  saith Jill my Mona's come home at last deterritorializing her thing, and trinket will to better its boot. She's that way to any given close ass.

                                   

               On the better bus her breasts topped out as teacups, two hard bananas, a duet of wondering minstrels, careful butts sewn  and seen, on the butt of time.Her carefull shirking after Jack's smile  Oooh this was pudeur at its worst. After all, what were those breasts doiing? sticking up , wanting to be looked after, cared for, tenderrized as love bird

Monday

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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Wednesday

hereafter!

.
  rOLl an Surge 

Gear and tear/ joy of the crowd



  ______________________________   this '   ~centerpiece' of mystery and joy
                 

(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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Thursday

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.




Sunday

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 .

Wednesday

~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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Thursday

~ 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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