that door

Opens closes. Open __ click cut. Off the laugh . Medusa head. Wont' ply the pulling feed. Not a creed to her pleading. A pleat roughing up the second by second training.

bang! she's hit her blooded out gut spews out spleen gall and piss. This is sun in the summer housing lodge. Low cost philosophy for a cued gut piece.

Thus the schizoid peace of her terminal eternal maker.

Not an English bitch accent big breasted nor a Scottish matron commended to her money hook. Not condemned to her tawdry money lending.



Jill had a finding her stone was a rock . Pushed to its calender.

Orpheus Saw
If there was a betrayal it was Not Orpheus nor the space of segmentation, but the loose line of prose, and its rigid molarities, their hunkered down deadzones. What said orthos must form and conform their hopping hands to the riddles of accentual syllabic not Celtic non AngloSaxon speeches and butters of the oat of desire. Not so, swore Orpheus the girlfriend of Mona, and her sheer down days.

Or that's finger dramatic to her lieu and luck .


You got grape fish

We have the hoof stamps as proof! of her ! and the thigh. and the . ... O come there move your feet.. shes's going the strangest wheat. baffled to her love sauce pittance to her form potion to her Romance idea of philology and morphemes? is that sentence semantic to its phonetic? o yer crazy with the gaudy are you? be merry! they're burning christians tonight O how glee the goddess _ Her hefted breast high to suckle!

Mona Fr anny Jill succour many more than one loaf and fish .


get off the roof

Get off of the roof Mona . There's some dick coming over the light. Shifted his parabola to earth's messy spice. Come along dear slut love's fuck gone elsewhere. We 've got the boomboom bahbah. Lets head for the hill and beat the pushs move along our travel pain. yes, my dear one becomes to your peace sign wrought to its splintered sun.

___________ Mona's gypsy's got her baby the immanence crowd in hand.



hold your feet close

Hold them close Mona, this death's worth others. Not the murderous fuck off to the spoon toast. but some hair ring. Of word fuck and its damnation perdiction with a gun the burning word branded your forehead crushed skull to cap.

Franny wants Mona to Jill. If Jack and Jill and Mona and Franny. Then their way is ...

... ------------------------------ Sent .


so every highway

is a death row. A built jerrycan blowing your stream high. A pisswink in the fallen sky. Jonah's bulk in the bastard sun. So Jill moves in moves out reproves death and might falling at her feet. This sacrifice's not made in the weather van __ it's not made at all. Nor vain is its trouble nor turpitude. Not so the waking fold and breaking foot. Hold the pedal we're weaning down the death rattle.


O this

'God' knows one wouldn't "want" a capitalist a capitalist working working a dead ....a capitalist working on this breach birth. this killing gground of the hog cannibal god. his cacacaca shit son hung on the signifier's prick.

Jill weeps to her cunt. Mona keels to her Jill
Jack between the back to back
her reader's read she's written to love

and the battle boot

well kick out that bastard son
move out that window


shes removed the glue

Removed knocking ...

A balustrade for her head to fall off.Chop chop chop to her residence. He cuffs the wedding cake off the cocoon and she's bridged her teeth. Around her eyeball's frogglance. That way no one knows the name of glue ~ . Around this salt elbows stuff their yuletide baskets but not you not you your cold ass's bears guilt for the fail to feel.

Goodbye head __ chop chop chop . No suzerainty for you no suey for your cabbage rolled trunk.

___Don't piff me with yer general generic vengeance toast .

Mona's Jack comes along spitting out the enemy for her and herbehalf to his .



shoelace Unguent and wine. Expatiate the charm school the Russina bully.

Come again my lovelies your capital : heave off the gold piss, shit onthe leg which fed you

IInfernal flagging . Imperial rooms. Glass of . And . and then. mouth. shut.

Times Jill says you you have have have have head barelybody your eyes I love I love you I love you a staring sudden lonesome Nothing sweeter than your arms legs lips than your voice calling to Jack __ 's coming with his cock clinging to the air Now , and then, calling between my heart's hope the secret sexual taste of your love.
They must be homosexual. She's bin, in bed with the two of her. Her lips go to kiss hers . Hers is there hiss me. Grappling her neck around the arms crawling cry. her come to him inside of she. Indirect call.


Move along your airplaning of consistency . She'd have a drink in the rain a cup holding air, standing by the seaside the sassafras a golden weeding

Move your whores off shore bitches... cuntflags cocksowr's aassholdzz of the fuck weed... your darning sailor've shit the burgs.. cuntwailers all... slag your mouth porches to the shitbags of posterity...the fuckwhores the lasses of economy travel world asshole credit bitches the fuckshites of manipulation __ slag heap to your call forwardring out to fuck fuck out to his wordflag the bullion bastards their fuckover capitalists risk... share bound for hell the river of atomic bombzz....

___________Sure to tell they'll crash your boat before she gets in ....



plain fox's not in cahoots nor does it wear braces and stockings, but assfine to deathbalk.

_______________MOna's vindictive pelf swears ruining ...
Removed the ring and glue surreptiously. knocking ...

Is this way your feet get cold old whore? is that your loving road? your cunt on the highway of your prissyprayer? this death's your moustache bitch-face|Proud of your

ignorance to make one beg your ego's super notched fucked |flat chested no ass not fumesnor locked doomed yer fuzziness fuck up. Her glue basted shitface.
there was a dancer once bare as gold.
cold to cement's its toxi c hair


rich to class

Take this match OTutankhamun pharaoh! Hold it in your illuimined mouth. Waste not breeds the heaven bound glories of days over the fat Nile's honest child. The way slumber carries her feet.

________________Day after day we hinder the warning animal burned by our socket. Crammed into feet that dont belong there._______________Shit Jill wont do that she just wanna take off her panties knocking her legs round his ass. Creeping up the back crack of his death.
Sucking his breath
Fucking his pole. Not an unconscious creation between delirious between two feet, but polarized between the loves of north then south spun round its jacket.
thank you for your creation.


the old gold

the old gold fought Daylight and over waves bundling the traps set by a black honey an glue not you Jill and not peas from the beanstalk or your y shaped thigh spreading the bed for him and her hair as yellow as corn.

This has been a repause to the contrary and the jacket wore sheet and fuddle sense of your surface cambering round the eye.

Each surface recording signs the love's warrant bearing its backer. Government love's no better. Each qualm is love's toy.



Eye want d and t like rear Eye want her eye 'want' the eye which wantsthe anal eye ? like a boy I want her as a man takes a woman's ass she becomes a boyHe is _ she is her. There is her
_________Jill has herhomosexual boyside
Enjoin me. enjoyin me? me joyin you ride you me ride meride meriding bride bridal. nota a con servomechanism.

JIll has her marriages and . Moult this pattter s'ils vous plaits. The dead ones has their shite.Plastered by wall and fate. I am the schizophrenic yearning pitter fatterthe gall. What gallis that? yer eigtheenth century escape. O come again please Mister embyro.


carpet and

carpet and fragment the magic team . remember that ?
The Commune Woke Up. It Shat in The Face. The Face Shat Back? Come Again Dirty Dog. What day is That? It's the onethey shot the Workers. It was Then. After They Was Blood in the Street. In Spain Was the Same. Bitches and Dogs Eating in Restaurant. Ambitious Ego. One hundred and so many others off and Odd. A delirouus? Come again. Oona. No and Another. The Commune Came Home_ Not rights of Coalition But Wrongs to Right. Okay So its Wrongs Coalition Recollective.

__________________In the fancy restaurants they eating. yes,How Many Died for No Reason. The Commune Moved all over. Moved Over. Moved Here and There. In your Palm. Okay You IpOd. Yer EyEPHONE.

__________________The Commune is the Beach Above the Pavement.
______________________The Commune is love his hands reached to His Beloved.
_________________________________________Kissed her sigh of Piece.


sure to be(come)

End there you ass. Kiss weep to your Eyes. Iyes comes along shakeing ass at your repause. Repause says its the dinner and debut when we. No it cant' t become. this roughed up eyepage cant break the watermark of the smitten wearrer. Not my job to connecting the reconnoitering selves slave to their best pen and fucked off the mouth of vulgar. It's idiom then , is it?

Start here at the end ... tough word that was coming along its ridge building its path ... the needle spider web.. no ghost'd tarnish this pavement rear.. along the swishy wood

firecrackers and sunrises certain to bloom over the edge colliding with the forest and its
face ... lorn to its slang tracking

bitter as the illusion

one arrives and
the land speaks haughty
desire'a long gone

war never ending ..grimace hammering ... .
Shove off this pate. Grammar to your rule. Logic to your Remus. Come along me quad hear's the one listened gate at the palling fact, her heavy swung breasts.



It's a rough setting says she weakend by hours over this poor place....

Jill won't find her feet...


river to ocean glide

______________________________ O the watch keeps time ~ ____________

This farce has a moon mumble Jill. She count and recounting decomposable. Passable to the liver. Not a shunning cage, but the codliver oil of mother and father.

Silence as Athena passes over. The cloth mist and factory parting its burlap cover. Not a second too late to its furthest icon. Something to go along with the breath rifting the wave splitting its end by curling.

Come along lovelies this lace's tied your bound ~ .

Between those chords you were born ~

That's Paris and the storm ~

where truth was born ~



A man has been swimming. Swarmed by things, she's rescued his belonging ~ . That way there's no hurt in the word ~ . Jill knows this truth of things , perceptible ~ .

Over foxglove and tenement building the stuff of avenues and the filter the future of turning .



The gifted ancestor has no one not the woes of yore and the feelings of tomorrow. A shift in the planet of things leads us to nether nether land. her body 's cruel. He's tame a s a dog subdued no Her due's better than this. O come along the busted cave,__ Jill's dweller is hotter than the breath of divas.

Her lips fluted breath come along tympanum to the restless arbor .




Tower fort and the street round the ... corner

Mona register. Call in. Wont see wolfe. eat a plain. the fairy tale of godszzzzzzz. wont blink at hour of rutilant and . her mouth is yawned bearing the old fool. not the extreme example of the prophetic lunacy and its raging forest. Is it a spear come over that fat air?
Come along you tramp squalor of the ocean yard. Lift your chin, dont lead with it. And along the long cabin woods play. And madrigals come along a forest. Faster than a father. of never agains and again.



you go south

You go south in winter. Like any restrained robin? breasted to your page and if terns catch the sailor's eye does she bear fruit better?

Mouth hovers to her lover's lips Franny to Mona' s covered her becoming woman of the wave tide, and the Ulyssean beachhead. Landing this way's not her first choice. but Some land is better than no land.

Fruits at sea are common. As the housefly. Lovers climbing bunk nights. Breast to breast mizzen masted and tingling she to she in the bucking deep leeward ... thigh ring and
right ringing hair ... curling trailing... sighing ....

As for the rest of . Simile __ Yer mouth's wife open to someday

________________ Now take the gal coming back stepping her gait's gawk varia



She glean and

What else to tell but :

__________this pave you lift moons honeycombs ride whirlfoxfactory. not the dash combings its sideburns its leaves healing the sanctum wound? O Franny cut that baloney yer a tree tied round your marsh and the breeze crumples at your every command.

This place has no sex and silence no seizure for the lien and the recommended sentence is ten years to a pound. That was a good cigarette. Come again will you? Shilly to her hood and willful to her hoof she's blasted the tenants in the woods and a blameless far is coming along the way.Shat to her face! Vulgar pig! every prune baste has your material on it. To hold and reaching the hold persevering against its ridden need and stare blankly to the godlike bound suffering its ten percent choice this might make you pause and reticent with the tune barrel forth a lungbusting harmony dragged to your fourth octave and to doubt this blood your father's blame or wax and wane pause on the idea of an alcove and the balcony O these things reading and read not pushed and yanked but rounded out to batch the place... And she dresses in red tights black collars soft to the brainy stuffed touch her fine braille smooth over the frame that might be a father's ragged fortune!
O fluff and fair my chinese girl! yer sequined look and the two part bisexual combinatory of your body... these are the truths a man might seize major to his whoresome self....

Franny's dreaming fanny Jill Mona to her cryingtart. A sylvan plateau 1715. Revolt and memory manufacturing and ipods, near voice and sand far glance to her brief becoming.

I have held you very close to the command ~ .


a little dab

A minor dab here to there_____________to cut over the ropes. an hang the galleys. rip the tie and mingle its four score and we lost the owl Mona. carry it high to the bunker.... there's staring going on in the skie

--------------That way none hear the firmament's thunder ~ .


these heartles fort

take a hike nazi fouler the idiots've spoke, the kids take after immediate imbecilic idiot

at the drop of a (schizoscholastic) hat they were lovers.« The cheat has a real future but no becoming at all ». sweet cheat of ... the street's a willow . does that i.d. statname corral your opal tearing... locking the swimming ... pool like that.. your mouth hurting harder.. In hades you enter... it's not real ... vulgar ... viconian wheel of the predator mouth. walk walk. more walk than not yo u leper.. pariah...


Jill movies

Shes got her roof tongue stuck. In secret places: C . cant be said cant be found.

Jill lives beside Mona in the movie. Its heart catchy phase place. This blocks the noose and for them that don't understand life's a way, and death's the pain ? O come again say more you old silver sailor . Tears are the price buckets pay for becoming.



fat and

Fat and of these things fiat

shld you spy on your love it's not love but a bony socket . not a sonnet__ Ring loud the siren its hoofed bang on the god's roof! the bastards know we're coming ... get them yes.... get the yes ..get the bastards....



A mere copy cat is not love's tape. Take that wrist bust them groins! lift that hinge pile that brain .... and cannon Over the stage Jill's a naked hussy lesbian to its biting want! the audiences go beserk fucked off toher love. Lust to their burial ground. And forced to their vacating they discovered love's boom boom throng! She! Jesus! she is whipped!


rangoon and the plateau of 5th

Rangoon was 1973 a white text on winter solstice page to rummage by and the smooth kiss of love's hobby not the cream like crowd and the what the hell is this shit Mona,you can t see for fucking. yer bail's set at 2000$ get moving yer Spanish hussy ass.


hail! wail

Gibberish gaboon!

Gibberish gaboon! the something something and other wishes her patted aspect was knight to the foreign squire. Peace to that funky pulley adds the difference heading North. Every family's death is the myth of loveglub. its murder's the trundle norm blood bath to its hacking tragedy and death to the best of their hope fors.



Mona in glue Jesus in calender in drag in sweeping fret. Come IahlongMona yer petted stoking fuel station to its come.

This way her hearts normal unpunctuated curse to its lambasted tomb! bitch ! call yer cousins and death rattles


over thence

hence our boats dry docked? O gambol yet might haul it at night then perch ashore

this's has held many the crashes of the old and bitter sea
isthmus of sand blocking up her eyeview. AS sanded to the eyes shes not seeing whats goin on beneath her nose, and her clothes. Soaked! Wet to the bone! with sand around her feet and quaternary deposits caking her asscracks. Jill loves a sand dune more than anything more than an hill!
---------------- Call it a bloody lagoon! filled to the rim with__ the wrecks of dead kings and moss covered boats , say 100 of them

Her ship steams between the channel and if she's stranded its temporary fever while finding land to land land to land to land....

And for sure shes's sighted lambs and whales aardvaarks and fine pipes from the ancient of day and fright. .. off the coast line and away from the headland ... and there's often noticed trilobite foossls when digging at her fusy feet clung deep in the earth of her veins.... Stone pillars hail her and vistors arrive in catamarans ... tipping over the backbiting water rough shod to its speed and salt mangy fist...
For play there's stone heaving and other tribal diversions but a prism's a pillar hoisted between island and she's lover of the fine fall winding....



Doff you dead and coat entering these permission premises Mona take off your naked body so we see the light of your lavender. Naked as the stray day you was born and riant as the cow, raised as the old fat sun and its shimmy shimmy hip and thigh. This is sweet love's creamy old bow and colorfilled twine.

The old man, of the sea, wore his skin closer to his heart than his rain fattened forest. Quick and huff and easier to forebear his stolen winding courses of the flanky blue dark sea. She bore him home winning twins.

In way this was prattling spring tapping the windows
covetin her bow and arrow


deafness to the mute

This way in Jill's got a blown brain . Grass and glass her figure 's as fine as the weird night and its epic Simone. Paris suiting her fie fie fie persona she's happy harloted and vained.

No brains make for a luxurious waste but this was not matter but gulnerability. She's a word personage. Not a creeping vine! a mustybust smack of her sapphic self , loving the vines of her lady's tree ~Open the latitudes I have come to make your smooth striate ~ . Of the humpydumpshes' beefed her egg and ragged her moon. Rasp and Caspian sea are her over logs. The rogue park alongthe quais and her English the twisting tongue. Her fruitful fly's bearing soldiers and camarados. Bucaneers on the near buttocks.

As for Gilles and Guattari she passes them in the street without a word

Mona crying, her name

crying out her[e] name ~ .


Onyx-eared boxed in delicate labyrinthe she doesn't hear a thing a thing ~ .


saying ~ forsake_love this O lorn!

she says each delay is a treachery I smooth her eyebrows with my wrinkles:Thus Jill's remissive
____________The paradox of smithy's and certain creators. Makesthe rush ever frosting.

Jill moves next door to

Geology. She's a thoughtful

student of layering platitudes,

but that does not mean she's

not real. Or reel to reel inthe

spook of weaving.A tube and

gyre across her pealed gray

over horses. Across the courts

her emblem's clear. AS a

shadow and inside her sweet

buttock it's the brand of a

lover's name.

She's held to this the hour and

being what she is shes in and

out and over the roof. Come

along rain and snow she's

buried her mitt. Do the senses

quicken? At the sight of her

lost olfactory she's returne

the good things of life, it's a

turning turning thing this lama

wheel of habit.


Mona you aggravate me with your inn and hotel, yer bottle and tube and this tucking off of the golden folded garment. A stir to open your sides. A witch to kiss the eyelids of the toad and the yellow witch's broom.

Over the crazy plane she's murmuring its felt finger, the carpet word to its rapture carnal as the wheeling kneel.

Her bellow song furs.

Jill bows out a semiotics of pleasure. The enunciated prayertune.


thing there

_____________Keep this the pell mellow routing and frozen ahs! over the bone tingle. the saying so and not, and loisir close to the bank of the Seine. a cold shuttered room able to thought. its bearing delight. humbled by precendence and immanence's kind neighbour.

_____________over a piano key Jill reading glasses bent to page. He's worrie that the weather's stopped becoming and treeing its way to forest. Gallop over the stomach plane of the flat window. Not close to Chartres is an olden room, click clack along the stair and outside down in the street .... the street? yes, says Franny we're closer to the moment than ever and holding its back breath. Come my lover these are gods in these mazes and the wind dark avenue ferries your breath ghost over my tunnels, leaves alofty in rain.

Call that Paris _ in December .


in the saying and betray




This way the night hears your

Jill turns the coroner of this way. That ways them ray itsthe solid heel of its thought following amber

Night's Jill's home she lives there with thereader. The reader's a pen explains things. Working day and night on her completely uncollected working fragmenting work

Death never beleaguers her
Life invites her again again and again

Turning the corner of becoming's her alive.




We've heard of night and its belongings the possessive trail of unions and reunions. The transcendent god and her roles ruthless as the sun . The tail's turned its hubcap madcap to the perhaps of herding feet. Never a sun to tear their song.

Mona takes Frfrfrfraanny to a 12 step ontology ~.




quarter moon has ...

Unthing the moon, its hinge floating high and the women tapped their heads. Low ruminous clouds packed the afternoon sky that banked its ruffled feathers of light close to the heat of day's lingering burn. Was the prose of that thought poetic to its extreme legibility?

The music was horns and it might have been corny but love was real. How about the shadow surrounding the wood? And the tiger burning bright up grabbing your coat .... and then its first tearing... and we lifted up the raft pushing on further to the other shore making our way by the past beyond the past hanging its wings no one left tangling its wrist

and the world miracle closer came to its trees and vaults
opening up the sidewoods....


Jill cottoned to the moment, bringing herself back from the edge calling the
number... ringing the only hotel in existence...

from that moment she gave up preaching.....




Wash day was the rain

This way Jill's got headgear and that's a lot.

A lot of what wrought iron steel

is the worn path way up the meadow at the top or the sort of ridge
of the hill's peak. that's the way love is its at the top'

__________________ Mona: you said that already. Sort of ....


in this string world

in that string world. she's beckoned to her peace. O the wish of . the ,_ No, its not the unconscious that makes us happy . But unhappy as the old symbols dry as dust. and beside that, what were the point of its useless trappings? If Jill hear these reply its because she knew its place over the city .and in Warsaw one saw that. Clear as the honest celerity of its restive poise.

Shes a great daft waste. No! its because around the ruin. the fort. a determination to succeed pas the area of its last repetition. Its petition to gods and sowing . And this way its heard in the resonance. No it s not. yes its not. Okay its not. but everything has its place. not the way an object falls perçu but how its received by and by and gripped to the breast of one . loving and loving. giving gived .

Breast of rope and love .




T'was how she heard it the merry ship of Windsor. And the remainder? reams of legal pads, and the king's head frothed in the ruin.And the beach, alongside the odd knuckle shaped banks .. filled with people wearing cotton and ornaments, hair wore long and tangled with streaks of pink red, butting the ruin, a stream. This has been the condition of waiting. What fairy elf thing quaffs its thirst in this way, this manner of bowing scraping and heapin?

Cast aside along the quay _ it's near the university. That's the cafe Sartre and his lot drape themselves. They do . Drape. Linger they linger over cafe, and smoke. The smile of air and existentialist day, the late totality of the rising. Capitalist cost of wheat. China's in trouble, and the Indian subcontinent's in a rage. That woman's feet and buttocks. Her lesbic two self and the .After we heard that Sartre's giving a talk. But there was music. And someone else said let's go to hear that other one. We went we left we came along. Joyce's grave Switzerland, where is it I can't recall. At Montparnasse Lord Tzara king of the gods and poet his approximate man. A forgotten poet. None read his. None read. Read none other celebrated silliness of poet. Stock price go up then sidewise round. Come back again. It's done and the jewel thief. he's not that good, buthe s good enough to capitivate the publisher of those sort of set of verse and .

Tramp on the lean ship my love thee is the way to toi. Thee vous is the word clingage. Clinic of the trumping fright!

And the highway bereft of its song and
the sold wheat the buried oat of the trunk
and the oak of the fair lifting the sotten grief

Mad_dame nomadame

Madame nomad has many babies in arm. In arm they . And so. And then. And . Then. And . Then. And

and because because

cause causeway

______________________________ Was it Adam madame nomad. Are you nomad to cunning deed, or its freed. Come around yer inside rhyme. Not Knot bow and ribbon and fitted to recurrent obssession as it come 'back ' It'sback. Its Renoir.

Renoir's backs. It's that? Cursed your libido? youth?

cursed the cussed the ringing aft ~


Germane ...


jILL'S BRAIN afire and works the steady night. Her jewels feet sank the hardy star,and reft between blink and boom tear its fine disaster down. No word's kept her this long, its foxfeet running in every plate. No way to rummage the socks that rip down the d.d.t's and the raining murmur of wind's semester its high verse reverse song.
Jill's dream'a double duvet fancy four armed double breasted kiss _____________ Germane to all things was the right word. It fit the abstractest case.



This world's

This world's sheep baaah and baw-waw their bow to the end's daily suitable and with eyes shut. Not the orchards and lion and tiger the mountain cat

The river heard of something calling the animal to the front. its forepaws drifted to the front. Holding aloft the pendent cloud. Enriched by the Saturday sun. She sauntered over the plaza kissing breast belly and mouth . It work'd her ears and arms, and the darling napes. Of lovers, true ones.

Jill knows its still. Ness is the preparedness song for its freight .



Fret as song guitar as string word as leather barrier. Instant return the bog. The Euro Deli the ruin.A cross Ireland the fog. Rain thick as weeds rumble over head. And the lakes, parried by parks, rivers which speak, and the fain would call her its love the sun burnt. Paired by shoes and feet.




No she's knot. Its very happy. Three in one hanging round the park the trees are weird. She's spooky the river bank's mud the mist rising. It's nearly night knight get your . Across the bay clarinets one and she's pushed up. By the bed of grass and the skirt hiked over, its one her Franny. She's (come) over the wall the bridal chamber . Communism is a gift from the gods. She's sure she's got to share it. If there's a word that's spared her time it's because she's loving three and the heads synchronized turning loves her.

If it's a prose cinema it's because the two brass bed and the anthracite carry the night worry the hat purvey the heat . No one can get her disavowal .

fuck the wind

Prepare for touchdown my captain! the boat's capsized its overmooring knockers. Is the way this haggles her round stage distaff . Mona clickety-cock of the saunter her breasting straight as the flumed wave soughed over mouth. Three were the words cried the hammer night! night! and her lovers were very pray .

Come boy one and two and three. It's not Oedipus my love it's you you. Sock-eye Wall eyed Franny pulls her feet to the floor, its the wax, cant take the stang. She wears sheepish clothing in her schizophrenic apparel.

No one recurs the phrase like her.

She's like her.



Rescind the calm water. Marry its port. Jill's almost home touch down to the soft bed. The last thing she wants is the same old. And less of more and more of the other. Something's gotta give and it won't be her port.


mona's frame

Mona's frame is lair. Not so much the rocks confining it as the sewage gripping the hedge of its throat. A disgusting and vile odour merits the death of a fort? Could that be the da of her do and dont dada do? Her being stammers into choking

The lunatics don't know how to leave her alone, how to leave well enough alone. Especially when she's off the right 'track' and its boring rail and detail. If the detail is metaphor then shore is leave is absence and the cranial neck is poor .

Heartbreaking its fragment



Jill's manner of speaking is a manner of speaking. living is something for brook and water. not the latitude of paeans nor penance nor the red cent of her coughing wing. this is as it was in the cloud capped by reason. this was the fox rechasing its own tale of bucket and lime. Nor the fair reason of the training ground of thought, its impermeable lovers and the breath of catechisms nor the sore foot of wind, or the china cup of desire. Jill comes home finding her cameo gone train station pioneer to the rooftop. this way the fin of the porpoise knows its tender home. arranging 'clair' and

Above the rills

birds and cat leap ~



Over the roof, and the mansard __ ringing . Something about birds, and swans, and the dainty field of pleasure . Its air-borne ruffing

this way the c


Jill Mona Fanny's Franny

Round about shivers shudder a thing then take athing anything.Walk thing, sing thing. Foula Foula She said coming down the incline any merry eternity in her.

Jill never lived in the internet. she lived beside it a real Argonaut. She fleec'd her self hourly, stripping for the god,
transcending her means by half the time,
and less.
That way, she's a song a capital record. In Athens the gods lived at half time, tawdry demi-gods fucking over the rest of us. Institutional namby pambies and river becomings undid their hair.



Jill pauses to take her cake. she eats it too, trying on the socks of fashionable quartest and wearing beads, she's rushed to headquarters. Spycity baby she's lost in a marooned fantasm. A wind a sheet a burrow, a misplaced .... she pose and naked as the vase flower she's home to room in her self.

This way she whirls the sun into her feet. Mercury bound for gold and sun.


the paddler of white

The rain comes home.A sunken raveling bits and pieces her train tarried memory over Europe's belly. This was heard in the south song of her merit, the notorious weight auspicious to its white finger and the barbells of sunset, and the reedy fox roughed up by the passage of jerks felled the wishing city choked by its pants, and Eden at its pace the verb foreheaded with truth, and the breath cactus hurled its thought alongn the pinky-pinky alley, not sure of its hold on reality.... But reality is your friend now... the snow came along the window a cheeky visitor suffering from insomnia and the frail packing reminiscent of dubious gifts and Mona's cache filled up water overflattend the room swelling her choicest chin and . Franny rang the phone cutting her __ what's that? come over? Sleep with us, quickly.


round two


Little darling soften your truth. Veracity’s not your strong moon. Mona’s moon wants to wet the embankment __ near the river, she’s hocked everything possible. Others call it parallel parking she’d like to think of it as three in one. Odds are two to 100 she’s made it to the dregs of love. O love, what a bareback bully that is! Fanny come to your Franny, this will is mine, the very fact of it is toothsome. Yer handsome as a lane and tracking every god.Bless this yearning, bless this longing. Pine your heart away, this caught is god in its between ruth. Along the bible, she swerves momentarily glancing along its amorous clay. But she’s not Gulag lover, so she’s passing tickets on . Is this god your one? Not her, shes got her Astarte and because it’s a headstart she’s first in class, and last to cleave. Yes, Mona my fucklove your handsome elbows’ve

caught all our leaves.

Anti visits everyone who's at home.


round enough

Round this everything she hearkended for. Blessing soup and cabbage, to her Jacobins were capons, and the cutting machine markingthe terror! the error of its city street bleeding. Not the mens bodies and the women and the bread the stones sailing clear across the wall of the cobblestone. Verisimilitude was not her best shot. Okay lean out the lintel with your boobs blessed. She’s shaking the linen dry. Past most she has the air of wanting erudition. Becoming this way she’s the doubled begun lover. Covered in the skill of love’s lass.

__________________ She climbed over that strata with a fascination beyond bearing, hoping for all expecting the least. Then the world , or maybe the world keeps clear.
What does her noun expect her verb predicate.?



Sagacious as lillies? or lits. des lits d'bord? word cop/los/aht. shakes that wa'/y in her mouth. round thending paradigmatic automaticword . no coy. or . Mona shake head. Cauliflower, floral batting 'n her hair.....

She gotta secret. Inside her hairpin? Upspeak to her uplifted asscheek she want him to herher kiss it.
Since she's a mathematician she wants him to count. Count round her asscheek hefted to moonsigh. Its a dirty spot, but bared! with longings. Dirty is a word that . word that dirty. come around my dirty hands. i kissed. Mona grabbed back Fanny, Fanny's would side on Jack. Doubleenclaced round her arms wreathing round his

Melodie en sous-sol. Under their.. yes, its plural. Come thy .



Shes a savant wearing boxing short. Short, and tall. As any lanky . Bane. Not bane, but . Okay then. Say take Jill wears a clothes.

Barrowed stratafictation. A savant is an _ as in 18th c English. in the coffee house(s) . Add s. a consonant who's receipt's never done. Garner. Over field produce. Take time, caulking. Put her and his in her . Jill ‘s married to a thumbnail. Inside her. and then. some. and then. some. and then. It’s the weather vane. Confusing the clodhoppers. It’s the mist. And the confabulation of the false portrait. Fennel and root. Boot the claw

Jill has a speed gum, she’s wearing in her rosepetalled glove.


Marooned by backseats, she's chesty to the swashbuckled water, a league or two more,and she's homebound for more ferries.

The rain wills its peace. She's narrow to a bridge. And peace to bound.

Headress and her bonkers. One and a time she purcharged a book. Purchased a book. She was woman to her kind. Gilles became Jill. A gilly sort of thing, sexy as the onest of them awls. She's banned to her pate, and mate to her fate. what's this sword of copped smooth self. Is that Freud you're wearing? Come along she turn the semicolonnade upside down, she's Parthenon to her tomfoolery, hobgoblin to her matey.It's the high seas! and no telling where they'll end. On the rivers of Antartica! or Boliva, the faraway countries of the south and . And harmonica mouth

Fracas my dear it's yer favoured ... letter of the bell episteme to her jar of well used truth. Not a necklace but a spare bedroom. Something,okay, and the meaning of life? Well, go and ask your friend Aristotle.Claire is coming this afternoon, do you want to meet her?She's very keen on something you said last week. Oh yea? and then the pillar, and the gruesome island, the gull and the . And that it, no that,no it rose, the wind, the wind was rising, it was rising, and rising like any kind of horizon it was,
you might say
an epistemology of analogy and unsureness, upspeak to upass .



Hey bub, whats up? Shes gotta a plastic plate to serve him. And this servo mechanism 's no doubt its the best .

Your hands filter love Mister President. This way the metamodelization creating furrows reaches to other path.

Mona's heart becomes sky _____________ earth

________________Wind ___________________ Sky

_____the Sea______________________________

We'll hold the love of patient men and women holding the future of its hope. Practicing the red ring's ever growing enchantment. We call this Love: the collective love of all incoming becomings.


A stickler for love. Okay. Now take that combine the result with... you have the infinite summary of love!
becomings ebb flow jerk back / rush over the dock... where are the people rushing around this planet... hiding in hills deep in the jungle... ? Non, non Mona my love you are the collective spirit of human love multiplying your democratic dreams in each body every mouth speaking striving towards the future that is summoned and coming now to our door step. We are the lovers of mankind the brother of the planet __ the pulsing molecule Earth.



__________________ Mona continue her patch in the domain of the Other.

Someone by the name of. Foucault wanted to confine her. With the lepers and so on. They were bastards at that school university academic death to the wishes and wise of the people. The people, being a character, of such a character, run around naked swearing the 12 steps, the riot blankets of epistemological get togehthers creating a new format of subjectivity.
If you think that's bad well being a deconstructed savant is worse; it does not pay and people want to give you a guilt complex. So more and more younger folk are becoming actors of the worst sort and that rationalizes being dead. Wearing make-up and getting laid by strangers who dont give a shit, or a fuck. If you gotta a big ass, preferably shapely and supple to go, you get in. Bring your textbook too, and recite the Lord's pauper prayer with the other good boys and girls holding hand.

No matter what some say we are not capitalist assholes. Assholes are beautiful and capital is not.

Come to the hip hospital baby I will be your doctor. We are moved beyond grapes! and listing and grapefruit. O come Oye gatherers and gated cities we are barely hours from the crop!

_____________________________ The riding crop thinks Jilly andher billy-boots



This way

___________________________________________So they say! my mysteries. And buckled we'd
readied to dock ________________but the bamboozled ship went Blink!
That way shes string bean. Potateos and fries.

goats and satryrs

What s that tragedy and nimbling leaping apes? The gongoozla of death, the ape of apparently dying you King! O forsooth your buckets are brained with the leap! A bludger 'd do bette than this... recording the ridding string. O something all the way epic simile and passive retense. Complete with outsized dictionary to acquaintance herself with the mystery of fording rivers. Say a mongoose fleering you in the wood you camped at _____________She bivouacked the weird garden. Its garden not gadarene,a christian was preaching, seven women were breathing.

They took their clothes off. We went to them. We pray, O transcendental god,
be our Immanence . Kiss my shoogaloogas!

For every dealt theres a redealt . We play table cards both ways bettering our boobs on the counter.

Fanny say the capitalist stay as budgeable frozen food and nacreous feet. And say its the metonymy part of its wished for whole, the synecdoche of women's hand on his hasped ass. She wants to encircle his ass with her buttocks. Kissed the thing of unnameable love and deterritorialization. If its anecdotal its because she's iris fleec'd with her Messiah complex. Better than simplex schizophrenia and the other laden jagged patois of brain doctors.

The last minute hotel.

the wholesome parts

does a machine work ?partime me part of the time

the whole and its parts . the bride of part(ing[s])_____________shifting orderzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz Mona hankers for rough pullovers and sweet walk.Along the bridal shore she's better than nothing but close to everything. Her reading is in-breeding and invoiced like any tricking suit. Alone ranger whips out her breast. Suck me! she cries in the plural of the possessive unity of embarked self. Come around here and come around her, and you two can see the three in one disunified bodiless.

At the meeting it's not a show, but she's bare necked lips, ready
for a whipping lashing

crowning the hour of her merging .


The episteme signs
sealed with a bliss ~.


Jill's feather.