that door

Opens closes. Open __ click cut. Off the laugh . Medusa head. Wont' ply the pulling feed. Not a creed to her pleading. A pleat roughing up the second by second training.

bang! she's hit her blooded out gut spews out spleen gall and piss. This is sun in the summer housing lodge. Low cost philosophy for a cued gut piece.

Thus the schizoid peace of her terminal eternal maker.

Not an English bitch accent big breasted nor a Scottish matron commended to her money hook. Not condemned to her tawdry money lending.