Sunday

they call her

So then her shirt was backward. Her teeth are nodding slipper in sun. Karm a is as thus.

Thurday her children force. then forward her nesting mail. she come around treasury like farted weeds, and scalloped ghosts. No detective of her coerced ministry shall fell this. Whoop Whoop Holler they go bellow arrise as the shadow of Isiah. She has prayers for the river Jordan giver and receiver both.


Jill writes madly crushed . her kneecapping borned the fate of every writer's bliss. Cramp it's called. She call sappho. her lent spent has many issues.

high and mighty

High and mighty Franny fooed her woo round the veil, chucking her barnstorm windows out the door. What? She keeled on repeating the end. Not so, said the merrier of the two , she was one where there were few. Thus she named her con, slapping her backside's wisdom. Cut cute and booming on the breeze. Lovers like balkers.

Friday

High Ho SLiver

Jill came on a sliver. It was touched with Franny. Her twelve egologies were very Husserl. In a hustings sort of style. What? come again agog. Grog me muscles worry'em down to the hastings, of your bullet and silver glide. Not whether to camp, but observed to share her meat with every comer. Not Italy either, but the Metropolitan Indians knew something like. That. They treated her like god a saint,, a pure pilgrimage on the road. O she was orphaned? an unconscious orphan was the best face to become. Poor Fanny! always fretted about her revolution. Not for this was faciality a problematique of the criticism forthcoming. Traitors were everywhere! not an conspiracy, but a piracy of player. Not a deck o f cards, but a solo of bard belowing the temps.


Comic frets are better than none. So wisdom goes in a golden hole. I mean, a hole, a hole, a hold!