Monday

her feted accompli

Her foolproof vase has plenty. To characterize the spare tire is her sole repent. Not mocked by paranoia she's . Something else. Not a little schizo in a shoe box, but a boxed in elf with her sandal by the door.

in any swift room, there's always room for more.


Mona was ungrudgingly in love. What could that bode. Her anti was antipodean to her comfort. O lovers of bold and brash. Next they ferried the plate . I t was 1910. Close to 1999 she broke off for good. Nothing wa s inside the idiom. Her disgust was greater than ennui ~ .

Boot

Was Mona aboot doing double duty on her aleph beta soup? She climbed the grid of every middle knowing nary a wary plate was her song. Her ass stuck out this way to Sunday and less. She knew she keepsaked knees in her fob.-

Gob! to her spittoon. By the waters of the Louver she sat down and laughed. Boulevard St. Michel was her preferred home. Her doggystyle was first in fashion fucking.

Toodle do o as the schizo was lesbic to her peach.