Friday

Jill Mona Fanny's Franny

Round about shivers shudder a thing then take athing anything.Walk thing, sing thing. Foula Foula She said coming down the incline any merry eternity in her.

Jill never lived in the internet. she lived beside it a real Argonaut. She fleec'd her self hourly, stripping for the god,
transcending her means by half the time,
and less.
That way, she's a song a capital record. In Athens the gods lived at half time, tawdry demi-gods fucking over the rest of us. Institutional namby pambies and river becomings undid their hair.