grind ground lens

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrinnd the ground .. Heave the coal... cut those glass... reft that metal... heave those pole..... ring those necks of....... tar an boldgold.

-------------------------- Jill peers through infinite attributed lens
to her palsome otherself double trouble FannyFelix.

The coal digger. A germane germinal of her trophy tripled self. In the plateau of composing and remaking. Ring that seam, push that tract.

bunch up yer shoulder to that boulder||||

_____________________________________Mona : we remonstrata to molecule. then what? it burnished the olden hand ~

____________________________ okay we say there are others . holding the can.