Mona has silver in her hair. its called Franny Guattari/. Pourparler it provides her with partial practical ensembles. Somewhere inside the Sartre heart of her , she's a seizure

of lent. How can a comic writer be? and become?


Shuffle around

Shuffle around yer brain. Hogs and warts. City s gone goo dry its the whirl wind war. Death of bane and breath all down the line . had there been no other as that it was switching kilts in midriff did it. the knock me down lover of times past. leaving not a heft for you and other.