Thursday

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.