Saturday

AntiOedipus: Need I reminD the ReaDer

AntiOedipus: Need I reminD the ReaDer

that her only choice is desire
as it mittens all the things that
are

Tuesday

Knot grout

JIll's grouted and spinning. Her grit's gut's gone with gone gone . Gone gone. As wind to turf., Sullen skies easy winds terrifying faces of platitudinous deaths. Not breaths.