Tuesday

the 'force majeur'

if Enter (and exiting) was the game she was bolo to her solo. Creamed by the care a thousand she doubled her distance. Her name plate and address was the canny south. Riddled by her China, she was close to the golden geese, and the great Wall walking. Not the narrator's unfair sponsoring of choice, but the actual beckon of its tall rinse its glance over the passing of hill valley, and abyss, call it a crevasse of her learning.



Not the fleering of other 'soldats' but the
pent up

run of the guerrilla

worthy surely
of the Knight's stupified demeanour
.



Comme ça Mona connais ses montres

dans la force
d'immanence elle tendes
les poitrines ~ .