Friday

the peaky letter

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you keep writing as if Mona don't _____________, but don't realize she loves you as we all do, none was there to meet you.


We don't know the Paris world. Its dark and dense __________ what is his so called name?

i am not a real I, my I was shattered years ago.furthermore i have no desire to reassemble it. i hate the Christmas and rest of it, they force me to play games i don t wish to play.

Someone almost killed myself, but got a hair cut instead because now ----------- look like a concentration camp man.


(they complain about my i's.)
but you made fun of me too so what did you
expect>? SniPSNAp SnoPE. Slope fine line. Ligne d'arrêt.


you mocked me when i said lets speak. gentleness you say? oh then let it be gentle.

i love you,

signed

Giambattista Vico

the cruel.

__________________________ This way the circle was compleated. Folded round its draperies it past roster, tucking away the hearting night.

A cling to hurry across passages of delight and Guattari.


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If you owned a real desire-machine revealing you wouldn't complain like this.

Monday

heard

Mona heard every question twice once in her head and once in the world. and what about bad books and sloppy renunciation. she was fun to her nun the heard word, her lieb the love wrongway. the tape spreading her mouth . th e tea caddy . strong way.

Thursday

lines

Lines of force . line of simple. line of wiggle.

is that shingle line your become pouted Franny. She wore her haird. liong like bangs. how can bang her beatle as such to which as the
thing itself wont let her stay

shes potboiled her june
married her august
entrusting her july
to
pods

but what do arseholes know of life and blogs?


__________________________________ Frannie "hurries" her judeochistian verb moved to her spinozistic nose. Her love has rose for provender lavender for brief breath love for hairy scary There's no truth like old truth so she's salted her meat porked her rind gathered her ladies for scalping. Some thing its A and others The

she knows its chunked between.
her wiggle ass wiggles a church steeple
the crack's so deep

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Lamb's tail

Mona locked and loaded. Jill jingoistic her thesis driven riven cloven in parlay to her suppen stance her dance toe hoof footed to pray the breath of solitude is highly unlikely untimely as the beat of spirit, its pulse winding down the sky, neither impotence or importance were her forte. Her lover's lips hung not dry but hanging berries waiting to be plucked. Her puce taste was fruit of the lime and her gleeful gladed its succulent state.

Tantrums and to do and to dos and not dos were dinned into the leather bound book her heart spun around.. Does that make sense Mister Jacques? Are you not glowing over embers hearting the tray spooling the knife?

The roof jangled
doorbells lined up in attention her attentiveness was mangled singled and tingled. Her ring __ Jill tallied the cost of their love, and it was not wanting, her highbrow was lowborrowed to the reredo-room style. Arthritics and archictecture made for a finer balance . Her surround was country plain, her pedantic putty shaped to order. And did her puffy nipples cry "indark" for sucking lips?Inoculated lover__ Sure to bejaysus they did, as her ocean found nave was spun full skirted to its handsome page. Her stance was knight-templar, paged squired and unruled by lofty kings and rugged gods. Was this pinchhitting and the whole enterprise pinchbecked? and punch drunk? Only the real we knew and choired they curtained their hoisting behind bending partners and gibbous rooming houses.
Lodge as she could, her never day was done by otherwise. Let the rain come with her lovers,and feathered hats, her boa constrictors and terriered feet, her cocker spaniel earrings, her dozen dainty toys. O my clawed hammer! what an operator is the spy! is the lament the bet! graced by the hour of stone.


O my mating line! oh foal partner. Her gallop was trollope to her thong! her whale tail a bone job to bucky the horse. A centaur coupling in the coo of loveglub
O the grubby afternoon and glove compartment she stored her shoe-laced bunion there, her twinkly toe . Think of the painted toenail and the feet! veined as trellis work, ornamental as jesus hisself.


Fannny arriving garaged the 'car' the van, the cape truck. With her luckif she knew anybetter she'd be in business. But this cloaking later -on bloom caught her scent quicker than two shakes of a lamb's tail.

Wednesday

a thousand time splateau wrong wrong

______________________ Come again Franny . Speak to my half ass name. Bother me with rents and applications. bill collecting non conscious . trust. And wills legacies and tree trunks! I tire dof your even tide Adam.

Oona can't find her way in to the brother bleating about legal thingamajigs!




Mona says feeling a breast of immanence



But Mona, being the becoming-good daughter of Challenger's changes cares Oona down the face.
Prima Facie evidence.
she's judiciary to a pump! Not a pimp you ghoul!




Mona scoffs this off: beautiful poise in a non dancer.

In the plateau
certain celerity rid plateau





Mona laughed her head off called Jill, who tracked down Franny and going for a drink they went to toast the marauder who came to polemic their dear Daddy Deleuze and his PierrePal while my Guattari gently sleeps!____________________________ A farce shouing Oona as Mona had never even tried to submitt print or publish a thing in her microfiched life. Her life and travel her travails all becoming pure fictives a la punkette.

Tuesday

carried to her

Once on atime Jill got married to rhizome. her shelf was filled with buckwheat.
and entering thing. her gog was cogged to feel her lath ground gone ~ she hurried her flat
and her plate her plato was necessary to her agility and fearless appearance! she lectured her first, her very first! devenir when she was 19!~


then it was the time for spigot and sprig. her toothsome bucksome was blithe to her berries, and she hears

C r an Berrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrriessssssssssssssssssssssssssssszzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
what does that signifiy verlifffffffffffffffffffffffffffffyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy




Wednesday

Not too soon ~

Franny's itching for a fight . Stock reply to any retorted counterpoof! not proof mister Thomas Aquino but a Scotus for our Erigena, and the doctor s of Paris parlay. Not an error too soon to their reckoning.