Fictions of Deleuze and Guattari 2 | One Thousand Blogs and One |Clifford Duffy

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72523822012-01-26T00:10:24.567-05:00Fictions of Deleuze and Guattari 2 | One Thousand Blogs and One |Clifford DuffyThis blog space yet another chunk, a bloc.. of the Fictions Jill, Franny, and Mona, a poetic..blogography of Deleuze and Guattari. The space of epistolary becomings,the chaosmosis of prose poetry. OnE ThoUsAnD BlOgss ~ William D and Mona G This blog is consisting of all sorts of platos and plaketoes. It has no shaken artisticaristotle in its throttle. Rent free dynamism. Text & some Images of this Blog©copyright 2004,5,6 Clifford Duffy.Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comBlogger10001100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252382.post-39829348573308258902012-01-09T22:02:00.001-05:002012-01-11T00:39:51.789-05:00Would she could

Would she could, she'd gather all living things:titubant the feet the troglodyte gait. No one knows a penny-farthing any-longer around her air . A fine fair trance. Jill squirms from time to time not like. But a cheap day, a cheap-side edition her head figured knotted rolling over a switchboard and back back going to the pity of it, she's pot-bellied before every summer. And, and as for the

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----------------- Jill sees her first a hardon with her girlfriend. then grand transferring it to Franny who's fanny used to the buttock heel. behovely thing to which she belongs and the transcendent bum of her loving. this woman's got a thing for Mona. She's from Mirror mirror on the wall . And the sunshine and lust. Like an envelope of true fuck. I have sung about her. Her dingle and

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______________ Mona's any old soap-dodging ass face. Scruffy as a old dirty bucket. If she's on the bum, she camps in a doss_ doss squating's her occupation ____________________ if working and playing in many a fragment has made her play a thing she's worn rugged with the loving of dogs and escaping a thing or two she's pulled it off with love. ________________________

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---------------------- She calls claps her phone to her ear as any deterritorialized subject~ and the paranoid subject refrains soup and change honey in the mint tea torn from the blanket of wombs ~ Climbing and ~ poke and hope that's Mona's sole rope. and her role? the rna to dna and round the swirling thing. another word to steer through blue ray and sun hope of sparkled sun.

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------------------------------------Ring Ring Ring Franny's lips ~ 've tied the ring. ____No 2. How do Mona and Jill feel__? do they hold bodies. They're cool customers one might state ___. Franny's well, she's a stripped down one. Her sex's inside out become woman inside out.Summer is not almost over. That was a diatribe, not a dialler, __hahhaha

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Somehow a word little prisoner and times. Be a book.a book. why angry at your heat rapture? cunning log going went and turn retrundle once it's more noise overhead floor above. Somewwhere here a word. to do to say a day a word a word a lay ~ then find a period a s. pretenders the' (y) assuming's more than ever a billion. ~ so count nimbusnumbers . you fool! gool! cool maccool not afeard

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You think love is your dog, but beauty's a pain in the ass/cuttin you thick and thin through and through she's surprised when he says her name her voice her voice her voice ~ is love's. This is the novel Mona hangared harpooned and delayed by love's body ~ . Oddly the bawdy call of nature's enuff it's the madness of

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The idea dear Kind Knight is connect ~ from there you row and all bodies are f ree ~. No matter the sentence ~ Not would a slave do or capitalist dollars. Nor vain egos, and gangsters ~ the idea is that she's a lift, a leftist,a lip to . Breaking water. cooling dams and other sunny sports of time and came ~ Ringin' her swelling breasts smaller tha' n cupped mouth

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All your fonts are perfect type. A slide on comedy's vein! Mona's a lover Mona's a vagabond bum . A typical leftist of the ripe sort, she's a cool column of silver, argent and gold! She's cold. And looking cool in a svelte fedora, she's colder than any spy bummed out on the lam of . The detective variety show. Says nay to mean yea. Cigarette butt tipped off her lip, burnt eyelashes, a

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Mona is rubbing her socks and canisters: So what's with the bango and the comments that became visible and are now, invisible!? Bango 'So the comments are (in) (di) visible again? Until I work them out. As the system, or the machine requires it. Aye! Aye Captain! keep it light!'

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Sham to shimmer her orient fur. Not a wink or crusty pie baking the lake of its finger duration is Mona's ratio not a bitter pointing at any zany moon ~ Nor a capitalist pompous ~ Jill's got a scratching finger listening post where the putters funnel the moon. Of every hefted lawn she's moved three cutters, and the women of france hold their own . So

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This is once upon a time. Memoirs of a trickster versus the traitor ~ Plateau 96 ~ "In June Jack said to Mona who was hiding away in suburbia. I like to rock n roll, andI like to rock an' roll with You!Is that my fault ? Is that your fault?? A little machine got knit between us, and thereAint nothing wrong with that,There aint nouthin you or me can do! Lean in closer! you trickster

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Do your bodies work this way. And that? She wonder as her mouth ridge. Moving up then down along the sideswing. Huffing the breath of its reose. She'd cry levee! and leaves of grass. That year in far Paris ~. No one holds stone close Raphael. Than she does as the paint pearls down the van vaster canvas. A brigand to hold piece, round the segmentary morsel to bitter piece. A rough rubbing

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AS the darning beat goes on. Hoof. Real to win its awkward Pan throng and the doable thing's done. 'Mona is worse than the Cantantians. They, at least, are only looking forthe Father. But Mona's looking for "daddy". Schizo-sisters of desire myass. My areseeing Lord! My ArSeing Lord what's happend to the gambitat half mast!'Health to your hod and health to yorehorde ~. Mona's a jewel roughs up

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So the Anus song cycle ending ~ iota coyote ring thrush the hushbush /lush to its tawny hoofs ~. the special ass round as smooth the Mouth horus hoarse as the air ~ pungent with breath of gods ~. Mona' fillybright scholar and on the hub of the lip her craning neck forward forward her stallions call harry! harry t heir horse bent panes ~. If every sex has a god she's this one.

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Mona's heel is broken. Mona's heels are broken. she's lasted as long as earthly powers can bring. Onion of sole and bawdy as the rutting. As the breeding mouths of . If there's a way to it she will. As reckoning ~ and tramping splay legged .At forty-five she knows what's good and bright as air to a tawny duck . A purple bird extinguishing the flame of well-dressed suitors. A suitor bowing

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Past the way to the foresst ~ Jill move to the cave move the vacuole ~ O cave of frightener Oh cave of frightened (knight) bog . Dog its ligature She rose compose to the ~ hinge its ringing harrying thing ~ not a friend in sight to her. Determined coil fractured sunder smudge to its frayed thing ~. Not a woman to quiet effects ~ a Jazz song lover . Rich to the file ~. Dulcet

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As Jill's climbing the hill she's climbing. She's climbing . As Jill is climbing the hill a headache.Ace of cards. If she's got a toga it's the timing o f a hill Win better , win again , win next ; 'This way' she's slipped the sleek hill sedentary It's missing a verb.

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_________________ Does Jill cease a learned boulevard. Does she ? Boulevadier. Nones and matins, hrrry. leave them notes them vowel behind hind ~ as the shirt wear no distant and lips slinging things hips heavy slung breast. bread alone solitude at her best. its best. Her best? what reckon spill of feed is this the . Homesome wholesome . rattler of chiders. O As the wisp and

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______________ Do you hold your haughty nose aginst ungainly things sights and sighs. Wishing for wearing, wishing for the wearing. As each one hears the thing she won' t choose its' destiny's ragged plate. Not fate fatso! What! ho have with her dangling participants and her mistrops and most of the bestest her seizing dipthongs. Now thong is equal to thorough as quality's evident to

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iF jill has a hammer shes got claw footed . Shes got the hoomy gloom tooombs! And russet mantles and bird shaped brinders. If these are true it's cause she wants . them.as a whore makes her face plastering powder and shit stuck to her glue eyebrows and her knees quake the first faithful she's submitted her corps . And sends a message I am like this bridge between two and I am like the summer

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------------------- Jill stands on her head: a sunny day ... people in the world want cooperation. She knows this but the intensity of her speed make s. Not quite alone, however, she's a hydra head of c reatins.. Not cretins, saying Mona the cracker-jack philosophers've yodelled their blues down the hole of debunkable . Not a mouth or breath between __________________Assemblages!

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For the end has been no beginning . Mister Moses and Mister Mouth. And your cock rod to your swine god turnin' away its tablet .And its genoosh and gash to its prayer wheel. Hare Billy Hare Billy Hare Billy Hare Billy. She swung out Anni Oakly clitoris fingering the strange mountain. She here is what she said "Mona parried and prayed; the end of the world for the end the end of the world.

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----------------------------- Is that how you do it silvery lighter lover? Sylvan as the clasp? Is the double-sphincter'd one one? Is it ? not so the word mouth clasped escapade. Not the triad of unity or the riant smile . Eyes, hers, the hairs, nerves, pin clasp. What dog grasps this night? Handmaiden to his trace , travel, trail, trade, rave ,, his , the where its all . And not a period

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if the two's one body becoming. bobby builders~! shucks an'ruim! __________________ this anti wears her suit geartrussed to weatherthat way Jill gets her comeuppance _________Gadzooks she sssss a goodtime gal --------------------------------to the extent that Jill lives. in a flower world. shes fantasy boot its cloned claims coming along. Severl C's plus equals her feather in a cap her dolce

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Jill's missives are merry mucking! "Okay Miss Peaches and ___(I suppose cream, if there is any!) _ I'll be at the Berri thingamajig at just apres 5 oclock! Guess, the other computer was Englished but it acts peculiar in the web. I think he overboosted it! weird.I was not able to blog literally, so I had to use this one the one I have been using. Which is working better than even, especially

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After a v________________After a careful review Jill stamps maps gathering. Wondering . its pull the hook pullulating. Notches the pistil. cranks the key. Wishes the bumper. Marks the fate. Gypsy wrong to her elephant tusk and this communist swathe . Seeping wondering its eyeball patent. Mona hefting the long sallow coal. It wonders th e conclusion. Alluding to its valium dish.

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_____________________ If shes' remanded in custody (no less) pending a fartherst hearing a moon day's knight in gaol. The same as Wilde Oscar, she's gone to disappearance? O the sentefcen of upspeak's her crying shame. Wont you plasster? Place ? Please come home you old ! thing. Along the stars and every night, she golden grain to her ruling? Come along my hussies and overbarriers. So So so

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Mona's cutting bait and herky jerky 'bout most things except mots things. That way she's single in many to her double-entendre. Her puss puss and cuss cuss is caught up as any mare making quality. Quantum 's her right name. No matter how ya cover the girl's face she's gotta have an ass! An arse, she swivels Irish brogue tangling her accent. If every day was a traffic song. She knew the bitter

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Bed of roses ~ petunias, figs gift for sages Magus to the wise women. Three in her darling poses. not a bank of rivers crawling up her salting plate, but nickers of them. A lost word hail penny to her pound. and the irish glance away ward awayward. Something is missing to cover her persuasion coercion. 'I've always been your fuck friend. Firefriendly knight . ________________________________

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Mona has a lesbian selfhood its mannerism are her main talk. Not becomg a cat or dog but a puppet on a string hitched to the master of . Cerement _ well ,, pissing herself she has to admit Lady G is in bed with her _____ er. A nice couple of peaches they make A humped back whale couldn't be better. The first time Lady G did that was a ways back, and the same goes for

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A tourniquet a ring a chain she's done it all. Next near to her pissing she's savant? _ Mona come along with with her mouth in the ~ nearest end of wearing forks , knives, trees, icicles, isosceles - in addition shes' appareled with triangles round her foot ~ spent to any throng unearthed her bawdy pair of legs! O within your body ~ the tearing sound not the vulgar but the worst thing

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if she had anything it was something.a sled a desk evading the bullet eye nose. How does one camp? It's the belles-lettres boulevadier but none persuades better . So she holds on. Holding on she''s wrung the chicekn feathers from the milk? is it silk? Okay Mister I go you hence you barbarian cupidoll. Is that how you spell it? You ________________organized, you ____ organism, you___

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Ignite that fire books and weeds. brook! no fault on the cambering rail. its indecent sock the many plenty that make many talk. outside the white its bird side pool is the Hold your breath thy you try every ring you know force the summer to its jewel amethyst if you must gold if cold argent silver to hold This mesa knows no other rider bare ridden to its swain and the

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Jill's jacktation is the thrust of . Stratafictations. Eon of bus and tingle of ferret? Is the way the double joint goes? Along the track of merry some which of eat its billing pulled to it. Come back. Bibliotheque Nationale. By the banks of the Seine I sat down. Along the grinding ... frabjous diaphanous and dainty raises her ass. Twisting bending it. She's rearward round the channel. None

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______________ In the nefarious days of Paris__ 1994 _ working the street avenue of the learned boulevards Jill wrote an epitaph a forum a song a throne of thing and feel. Not wishing for the past rudiment her blessing piled high the russet tussle of lips as it went so it did ~: Fanny her self the griever. His KNight was a pair of ropes in the love hornway of womean and

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in Plateau : 48_________________________________________ On 4 September 2010 13:05, Clifford Duffy the narrator of these blogs wrote: As the paranoid police of your body. their body. it's a capture mode. rangy as the sudden dust of ~ nervous ~ rare kind the tangy taste o fher ~ What headache is that? her rhizome thighs. Blue as night blue as knight's garter belt blue as

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_____________________ My fanny is her fanny. fanny and it's the frantic. Pantic thing. No, not thong belong and strong. The painter's tool. She came _____________________Franny not seen Jill in "ages." That's how a text went "in ages." Jill's a solitary assemblage_mountain mold _ not cabbage or words in dust ~ ___ her selves necessarily became grievers. Night was a pair of

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____________________________ She came to believe that 'my' Fanny was not hers. Or guess the proportionate weight of spoon versus revivial edge. Not old bum Cleopatra's boot, not feedless yowling to heaven bashed moon. Nor god on his throne taking a peak,a leak,a crap to creation's solemn groat..... Not her ass! her fanny field wore the etymological fiscal plate of love's guess __________

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Jill 's couvade was redirected non directed thought. A cherry blossom on the celerity of And you gotta wonder does she got any more tales to? Tails hold the harbinger of night.... and ~ over the rise and the top of ~ . We're not fooled by highrise gimmicks but the working class pays expensive ... places.. hydro not necessarily included..

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She's sibylline. Lion care for her toe feet . paused on the gesso. Griffon to her body talk rubbing elbows with the Queen. Discovering the thought that each is prudent to its own device. Donning amice and mantle she's bored with the flute of fire. Not a second too_ nor two one to branching spoon___ cocoon soon remaining to her fun ____ her FUN!? You sue the air and certainly lucid stand

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_____________This wont do cocky Mona, crackled yer peeps!__ its yer narrational mode of break... narrational's better than national's for sure it's pride keeps people back in placed ducked to their deterritorialzied selves... __________________Antimind! my ass she hearken. A bird flopweed. Dripdrop dripdrop. The maiden cullies the fat change. her skewed a fairy pig for letting mules. '...

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_______________________ Gosoon keep yr head straight. Feathered by mule and hog. If yer together yer not. Booted into exclaiming by the trundling turtle....a lyre reared up its western airs chapped along the hermetic sun pitches and lobs its fairwest pend~. Tramping country lanes is best. That trombone ... those wax ears... Full title ahead hidden

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Gombeen Mona may she shamble ever more her mouth's putty! and her drouth mighter than any dick! Not ode and merrygoround germane to this cost accounting lover! Does she bed the lion couch fretted foot? Food for her loin bellowed park If she goes out I'm as much as her as she's the reference point for her pout and pressing egg. Jill hangs out at geometrical spades. Void, planular,

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Yaw turn tender as the knight's eye ball. A lover's chaunce ~ respite from the stark of the grange down by the mead. Off the winks, open the air. lessen dark Mona' s premature return reckons force of stance. And less we recall ribbons over bows,let' s carry our freight. Enough read heard by its splendid feast and Jacky's ... room close to her party animal ... the thrifty notch of time and

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________________________________________ Missive to her plain yolk. Debussy's flair along the Satie paths... flushes outward the in-lying implicating of their song... missing a letter find an alphabet.. the woman _ she was pregnant turned out! _ at the ward... four sugars... never finis ~ finished that coffee did she... there were cameras tucked away there in the corners like little

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A continuation of figments and fictive fragments. because we've seen the vituperative knight and known its 'pilasse' and pleasures. Not cheated and swindled by the hungry want me down of me me me ~ and my breast talking hope _____________________________ So Jill's trellis hoop ~ Hove a voice along your united selves. Rest the bell. Mate the ridge .Knackered by its soup spoon base.

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Something the matter with her eye patch ....not quite a scholarly matter with the powers that be! the commanders of forest and weather. bloc of this that the other.. as avid as an anteater... along the teats of time's ..... no No No you sweltering pig! you bovine butt buncher! the dust the disgusting always the start. of true confidence...... that counts and her breasts pushed up into your

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________________________ Of all the gangsters I have known you are the best calumniator. So the legal pads scribble . Incriminating every document. Hoped fors and not hoped at all. And between the buttons oodles of wax, odd pediments scrolled by the haptic never never land nerves and time... Creepy beer belly bottom. A baton! you mean to hurl Swining Jill raptured by the capture

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Reeling the fish in. Outside peter's foret dada Alors les amis sont la .. on perds les cause et on gagne les enemies... elle ne comprends pas .. les adventures de l'alphabet... the elbows.... the cheen ... the heyes... a queen waiting .. over the foxglove.. the spaniels... say.. the nip of air round their netherest parts... and solemn coats of spain and coats of ___________jill walking back

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___________________ calling off. ringing. The sin the wilful one of Adam. Marked by tears path. Shuddered. Not a solemn feast but a wedding . Of two and one. Rafters to the key places of the dullest damn perdition.O Predictable pun of the laughter ~ gas! gas! Of the gaze and blasted ruin pine, steeple, oak, silver birch, and berry ink ... along motorcycle hill.... and the Oxford ruins

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________________________________________________ Ange demon amant lover the line splitting the painting in two. Knocked by its lightening to the forest keeper taker to the dawn bust of its breaking. Off she goes hinter pacing her river ... her bodies fragment ~ off these split wood and making into the tear cry of her lent ~ Angel demon the body crucified in its mint ~

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For months it was vain. Weather vanes. And rain. Tarnished the roof. Rood of the christ jack bobbin on the tarmac. Bucephalus yowling to stoneed road rock in her hooves. A cemented dog god for the clogs ~ Warning its feet could break anything . Because it was grief and parrots. Pirates sullen as rose cleavage beggared in the further side.

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Calling off the wagon and tenting in. Aether . Mister Aristotle's principle. His first cope. Along the Athens road. And the coat. And the warrior. Bucephalus speaking to the rocks. Because it was Coping. Along this road on the island thequestionloud and clear Why are there things rather than none? insane to ask. as if existence

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between weak and free. And its tea for the townseys. its mulligan's stew. that's all . my love. Or son balking at the be backwater of its dozen. restting to its cousin. Not guilt . Not shame. But promise to its potent revival. Crested by the will of many its ghost latitude apocalyptic . Over the bevel the sea reminds its everyone its two ship pause is cause for leaving and the vicar loves

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___________ Rumble and tangle. Ring her hair. That night. tonight her mouth haaed to shush it. Her. and beauty was. Name. And O it was . Not to speak its. Of its caring. Tare . And of tarry not love tarry not this talk. Spaced to its Of this way her name . Breasts was. White . As pressing corn. White . Pressing milk and sowed. Its infant cross the pass. Her explanations . And

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_______________________Mona mingles the tutti-fruit! of bananas and annasand ananas pineapple porches to her pittance.Cunning to the draft pickles her feet. Onion toes, bra water barlley tooth and boots her bottin sigh to heaven's last cast! O sigh!Everyone's ready a wedding in stationary place ~______________________Dont hang with the big boys! if you aint a big gal!_______________________

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cooee, cooey : O the warble Mona's coat ~_____the ruins of the wolf. And the forest. came by the wrong thing twice holding its own . Second in command a drill sergenet paring his nananaills. Bannanansass and. this way no heard thing's known by shitty owner of rent. Petty property and tax 'land; ' lord to the gentry of death.its not a joke. Jill hamstrung knowing the . Hamadryad haldol she's a

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Arseholes brought . Borne daily seconded by mule pigeons. Drafted in the stench of trench war fare. The arrogant queer and drug addict readying their selves for the lapse into the fort da dadada ~ Dumb lady C and the pompous ass of a wanna be suitor crouping her mayhem ~ the possessive nutcase of nouns and predicates, verbs and but, adverbs and nut casing.__________________ Rigging on the

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____________Hovering craft hobbles.Jolly wills and lover cooees ~ tongue wagging ~ Periled by amber ~ Hiver and hovering the woman's care its patent weakness pretender to the throne. Of barwheel hopes. _________________Hiver was winter the dog of night. Clapping thunder to its rent and Oona chairing the phosphorescent clad ~ her choked corsage was a funeral's might of harm. Hindering neither

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Swain and the recherche de_ integration on the street. your diamond senses destroyed. tented by gaping hole and wounding.her kidding waist holding off on the murder of the avenue. A crime detective novelist she's a piper tuning her fork and pitch at every passersby. And the wank and walk and mama's go to sisters and mothers dread deadalike their semblance simile to his rival and hiding his true

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____________________ O timber and amaze her breasts. A mouth sigh wheat. Kissing stair. Blockaging step. She's worn the cape of trickle and trinkets rough up the car of air ringing down the hustle of time's push-up. Come along you, my Mona carry these blue-belles and ring the best pestles down, ____________ Jill skids along the rocks ~ . ____

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_________________ Jill's juggernaut was her friends. Dictators of the word. spellbounders of the short term. Shored off busted braggarts to the two wheel ego. Rambunctious to the finale and She becoming a thing clear to its calculus trefoil to the ruddy sun its character popping box .. Mona's bracing fell and cabas witch's broom the stereo sudden Each body's a thing like the

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Saya dozen is breaking water. Or the boite-ouitl is dovecote to merry chasing women along . The brook its vivid fur its lady's ass galore. A church going mouse knows no timber like this __________A Canadian chuck woodgeese bearing wood to its sovereign state. Each word's a hiding place obtuse to its obtaing veil the isle of freight and lenders the left knowing the muskrat and geese bearing

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when the rain goes She's wayward, noctivagant ferret to the felling and swooning buttocks of the ladies she ride. She love him. She love his him to her rough cut breast its amour scent paint and wheeze with the toll of breath's body boom. So love goes buck ramming the propertied pair of its choice. NIght cons her eyeballing and hustles the tender touch , her long hold on his body._____________

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Jill's moving her hurry alongself. The platitudes of missives song and other brains. The double brain! come along my hearties... let's sail for braver daughters.... "Scuttle the ship of pated imbeciles was not her idea!"__ this way you peek not reek the sullen bate. And congregate your cheering crowd hustle and bustle to the foxglove. something like that. Jug . and the remaindered forfents

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Jill lived in an epoch. She was epoke and selfless to the maroon of ridgewoods over the often placed south. Ripped into Galileo's eyeball ~ This was love's unfairest capitalist fuck. Off to the repearting partitive. What! you immediate imbecile? O come agen! you pizza lover boys. Yer homosexual knights are not long in the thigh. _________________ you know all true travellers hold their

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Nothing came. Went it came nothing went. Observerd on knees . Nothing. Genuflected on knees scraping floor. Nothing . And observed statue of the Virgin Mother with . And nothing. Okay hold your mouth _ what of that host that flew through the air? O and the bobby apples at nursery kindergarten school was it? Dont pull the garden~ She turns to a foregone page . Yore its past pasted

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Jill picking her diction apart tweezers in hand: Pivoting the . The thing. Blocked by terrier and dogs. The letter a thing heard and reft of its provision priorities a muck.! Moiled as any tearing nylon sock. Fanny hammering. Become what you am ~ Amn't I sayings its the dispirited river four times and the metronomic time tells. Upriver boy Upriver and rove your tearing might. Jill loving a

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Cop a walk ~ tell the old bag to go cop a walk! the old shingdagger ! the sin waffler the truck__ is this what you do living alone? love all the women! ring all the pages rough up all he squires this way love's a dirty stewardship! Ahoy maties the gullible rivers temper our season galloping by the tough and .. well, clonhking knight! is that it? he hefts a jewel thief high in the cusp of

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___________ is this heart open like a gas chamber a door knocking in the wind..a navy frigate bounding all waters.. the schizo tunnel of love.... in the gravy of soup the batwing culling along the ridge of the overpass. suave as the dock and the bollard artifically pinned to the ground and the woman's frizzy hair and her mouth gaping open.. _______________________ this time she asks is

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______________Mona has a biword husband. She's galore to gorge her. Her meats and friedays her curtains and saturdays. Goaded on she breaks up like a ruining village run over by camp attendants . Is that it? the echo of the golden metro. the olive daring it stays put ever ovaled to sun air wind the tawny breeze ... If the fields are oleaginous it's because the earth around is humble. and the wet

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Suspire retire inspire ~ Jill's game. You could say Jill's sanguine to her phelgmatic friendds. But Mona's Jill when she's on her day off.S witching sexes and partners as merry go round as she does. Can it! shouting Fanny and her ass widesplit down the playa of her selves the .None hear the things the right. As when a stop pioneer. Or a ramble breast pushed up above your mouth.A nd the

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He was sailing in her ass ahhh Jill was sailing full tilt in her ass full title in her arse rounding her ship leave to leave shore to shore sation rimming hipThis style the night has . Stylus the knight's cardboard places his greeklover. Hanged and huffed by love's little bride , love's little playlist. Old editor. What approximiate buttoks is this hooked to took to bring her rining bottom

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finger of speech__________Stop breath becoming a consulate resulting psychologist _ pshaw on that blimey! . None need your false opinionating! Adumbrate you stupendous one! O yer lips around his cock a doodledo nonesaid it was strong!if this way you sing the thunder there's night. and the loud clap of ~ off comes you blouse, bra... stockings lover's apparel is worse than knight armor!

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_______________This is not aloof it's love. Ring around the neck is not ring around the collar Mona. says whats her name cartographic to her spelling awkward matter ~ this is the stylus bleeding god and Torquemada. She loves bullfights the toreador! Cartoonish to her spelling spree. At the nylon nursey tucked buttocks and bunched adders. Brindled cows chomping masticating the aft and resting

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rest repose rose the air is blank . hollow spaces venture your conjecture . the machine is a book. spitting out dime. nickel. phosphate. toes. have any heard this of this thing hanging roun' wolves? wolves dangle round their own chains, neck of heart hearing to piece its pot of the pie and more that way none hears the clamour of rough or the weeds of talk ~ little darling you've held the

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jill holds a chair in brunch (not butch) studies. Shes' doctorate of Paris. At 21 a brilliant wave to her cuts her swath inthe anthorposposawsawsophilo department. she meets Franny they cut an arse. A good strong one Novenas and arenas and she's granted (bribery) at least five favours flavours of special graces. Prayin to the virgin. lookin at the frescoes. Shes naked orgasm in the Forum its

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____Chimes and bells and lovers plethora, heroic figurines, Leda and the mother of love wolverines ~ that way the loves galore . o pore on the strain of its bearing. yes Jill claiming selves making sense upriver downstream and beckoning backwards along the sidestream meadow ~Imagine the burgling of all those stars. In a minute! too as if calm winds stripped meadows of their significance ~

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Of the bodies piled in lipids . and the feathers along the gruel, and speaking of. gulag and mutter. children to the forest spoken somber by the downward winding of the breeze challenging the baked banks of alluvial prisms allusions of abrupt thunder an d the woman's hand, across the bow the banging ring of its realization! So Mona and Oona loving the third of the their number. tribadic to its

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In the malapert afterclapping your thighs tremble. This hand copping feels round the baptisimal fount. A christening for breath and leaving the wider open cases of flair and despair. How explain to the seven year olds they am rongrong. Gong and Gong! their peevish pairs are no good to the solitude of song. Jill's not fooled for a seconde by the blameless of charity and

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A waistress is a wench. rags to her arms... care to her packaging relief to her ... necessaries... calvary to the cool clothes ... off go thongs... last bra's ... and the smooth mouth of taste ... she's cupped her schizoanalytic loverboy through each ganglion lane garned its tearful wrist writ on the love desire's bang hoot what? shared every democractic lover style capital's hopeful nagging

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__________________ after clap and clapping stowing seeds. ring across your clothes lover. this spent keep has all you need . ward robbing the suaver vest darned by the pull of its need. threading its . cool face to the darling weed. Why she cant abide the boring one and two of the factotum! its toe stinking coo coo of the pent up lam on the go . like a backchopping whimsical beast.

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~ Treacheries trundling turnings away results Iseult paybacks. clock work. narrowing down narrative . walkin it off.head ache bear. tear night. rough worst of wool Nothing like clockworking for miss the other event her smile her taste along the .. not the worry but the care of her face ... her almost fluttering eyelids ... _______________________

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Mindful of the camp and lent. The bee keeper and their beautiful bodies. Lending the hour, keeping the pot brewing she's mindful of the hour. Horus has the god down he's praying the immanent sign of love's proust. its carrying on page and the relentless swoon of their biding. Her body has talked many years of the love and carrying instant _______

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If you're not crying its laughter pays the rent cuppin its rearward glance along the givers of lime and the fare covent of their merit. A badge! a badge for every playing skunk! and barenecked ladies to marry the bought package like any animal does wolf to her spare fibbing and her clanky eggs. And the what not of change and love not the involuted especials of nutcases. and the inversions of feel

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______________________SO Jill has bantered e v e r y fort ~perpending love and routed enemies. crumbling noun and broken egg. what figure of totality is that ? figment of germane grammar tossed on its side? the lent of being becoming HeraclitusParmenidesof Elea and Elea's gown and the dialectical junkies going down and finding her conjunct self better than none at all and the enunciation is

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Is Jill Mona going backwards her highway sense and dollars. Cented to the each cornerstonegstone. Dented the eaves and roomed the parlour. Franny's as short gets. Shored out against these leaves and riven bootied ties. _____________If about anyone hears it then the conversation comes to and a squall rigs the water raining along down the head all day. And to speak of knights at a time as

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yer glance away today like a sieve a fire station|it;'s you love holdin him here. Approximately your body in every seizure. Turned out the neighbor's neighbor had someone over from your way.A nd he thought, if her why not him. So Mona turned to Him saying get with it! get with the programe! hurrying down the lane to your love come along baby unmantle your dress hasp off this clock of

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Monafound a note written by ___ To ___ heralone. Knowing Jill was mothering and fathering the legal fictions the legendary fast day of .... of them she heard pdf her famin fama fama her fatima this way her famish ....HerFamamamatima she she was christideleuzi of the car and sand territory to the neck tie and fob Opening her notes she bold frittering letters. Her mamapapa had left

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and the reminiscence of fealty and death. her hands are fur. gripping and rippling tent of their love ~ the tall becoming comes to earth landing her feet tippy toes to the ground __________________

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a swart crook and thief the ugliest bean in two town!moves the golden wheel backwards. tunnels her gape . its he r face her face at finally ~.________________

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the expectation of hearts. and bread. her crumbling brain masochist to her its glance asscross her ass backwards. and the tearing weeds of her sex room ~ the heat! the heat! anges hanches__________________he flies he disappears ~ ________________________________________________________

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~over the puff drops harbinger of care and beggars braggarts afford nothing. to the nothing thing itself and its paces the orange crater. _____________This way her shimmer is blocked. Veils akinning in the wind ~

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_____________Rough turn back pack. Hold your near and dear. Come around . Gander and the monikers, the monkey ride and over the Ferris wheel you've hoofed it hither and thither. paris, 1972, Jill's married the book of logic to the organless weave of its missing. Sister Mara Buttocks bitter catholic on the lam from theology and dogma has orgasm running the road of the Vatican. The pope is of

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Go back return She 's near granite. But Hyperion holds the consoling constellation, a calvacade of flowering mythology and opulent hands waving the flicking skyway. Studded with its fat moon gibbous to the crying ... summer' harpoon the big black thing.... and if hands wear thieves knight are bold yet ever holding their timid hearts back... of the hearts broke there's often no door swinging back

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Telling spring to go back.? Non, c'est n'est pas ca Jill. C'est l'ombre. She holds her fief |forgot |lice and spare| and then the weaving of the t ~ So Mona, her hair to her legs. And notthe ITalian women, but the lower middle class Spanish kids balking on the metro out. For a good time. So Jill harries her way. Harrowed! by the narrow break water

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Not easy, Jill, to sort this one out. Sordid affair of cannine monstrosity and the lines of bittle battle. timber

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Fir st fog seconded commaand the drift battle high C ~ splendid to the tune that capricously fumbles tones subtle as armour . And plate pudding. And the gaitors, we'eve taken off . O Jill O Mona!By the waters you clogged the mesa. Down there by the alligator and drifters, the bum wheat, the tarnished sauna of factotums and the railing burnished with light gleaming down the forest's hole, and

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No one has better ceaselessly.If this way you are her lover, then nothing comes over. Of the clean clatter there's carrion gods waking at the nine pins rolling. and the beggared impercitible frown and the enormous Brazil, and the wave wax museume of your thought. Cna the midget stem Franny's becoming Fanny? her wowwhoahwe won't say On va allez! On va allez Je vue Je vue, et le tourment ne

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