Come along camp

Tuesday's true solitude gives her a boner. it's come along camp for all the flitters. Indeed, mouths galore pant about fumbling seals jigsaws up their arse. Mona held her ground, even if it fell through to the ground of all being or some other German nonsense like that. Like that shes gotta grip on things, never mind the things of design. Signs of her head, she parries up the feet.