Friday

mona winged





Mona burnished eyed

bitter of wing and tear she's fluffed off the pace of things.


Versioning ______________ surface


conne cts ~delete -- we have nodes and abodes Jill has Franny versions __ Fanny in Scottish slang means cunt _ in other english it stands for ass ___ So is she an ass cunt and if so is that a bodied without organ to the frontier of knowings? becomings as versus rectus? How doe sthe blog page support her scaffolds of hyererd text?





---------------- jIll'S Wings Open and close. they're clatterd, mottled. Bare-ridged. Mona's extinct with flight, her fanny come dew.

She flies around your hum-dinger death~ A spoon tucked under her Chinese chin. Knowing is best seen as guessing. She's guesting her place. Her pate, dinner plate's love's only chore.

------------------------------- Mona saying hop to it honey. we have preparedness to consider.

Cumulous cirrus cumbrous clouding her vision over the airway. Waves her particle down busy busty.

Is this your dew-eyed blue nosed lover damn! you see this
that
covered by lips shame lamps and chaining the shackled bare ribs to the shipping lane.


And Mona, well
"Mona liked the practical and she was a guattarian boot. she booted her ifs and buts and sanded her epoxy wax, sanded the knights of hail-well met fellows, over plateau and princip, piroutted her caked-walk, duck-waddled her bathe. She was this thing that theorized the theological squatting the possible, ringing her necks , shedding her forest. A tacit catatonic lance was her knight not a fey wood to worst her wool. "
----------------------------------------- hang you trees by the lake Mister Wroughtwording worth I keep my writhing tales in a cone , a bobbing head makes for better views. She rears her arse. Simple to her shandy shelfed.


----------------------------------------- Mona's lowriding buttocks tight backing to coupling copulating and the understand of fuck.
---------------------------------------------- Narrowed by clawing parts she gibbers her paid light way to sheep. Not little bo-beep! Anyhow, saturnine gods are not like that. Come here, hiss me one two three! I am steam! gripped by yer emailing parts. I 've skipped all thetrains working our patois.
------------------------------------------------------- Take an eagle for instance, is it gambit or spiky? Neither its heraldry is mocking bird blue.

Apple _______________________ orchard eyed, she's peared her peach down the nave. Come around my hundred miliseconded sleep and sex.

A crest weakens the effect. A true knight gaseous cuts around the page. Bending the hi-ho hooplas the other way. See? Come to me. Loved maiden of the crisp belly.
Or just be there, to eat at my feet, and apple-eyed


--------------------------- Jill becomes each chuckling hour, her nest is worked by witch's cloth, her cloverd plaid skirt heels the avenue, she's hidden her musty smell there. If this cake has misty eyes, she's worn her ears to clever. This way she knows the song from left to end