Monday

mona's frame




Mona's frame is lair. Not so much the rocks confining it as the sewage gripping the hedge of its throat. A disgusting and vile odour merits the death of a fort? Could that be the da of her do and dont dada do? Her being stammers into choking



The lunatics don't know how to leave her alone, how to leave well enough alone. Especially when she's off the right 'track' and its boring rail and detail. If the detail is metaphor then shore is leave is absence and the cranial neck is poor .


Heartbreaking its fragment