Tuesday

for crying not out loud!

for sighing and the crying and the belted bars. Berlin. Paris. back to forth its round around comb. She said I recall dumbbell asking moi for letters of verse. ovum Partum catum!
You dumb cook I gleaned the heather glade Fo so Me Ray DoDoBIrd!



______________________________Jill the whole coarse class shouting howling!
Laughin their socks out. Their head. Come off Collectively shitting. Their pine yards, and the back hills Motorcycle . Thinking she wrote to him she wrote the dirties letter possible

Plato fucked the feet of Aristotle! but there was no such murder! it was a lie a lie all a lie.

________________________Jill goes home. She finds troubadoured in her bed. A historical. A new page, a roasted set of earing.Its gone to goat and she's wondered if this is the 50 thieves. The woman takes off her headscarf, her kerchief.




________________ Episode beside the thing it's narrow to escapade.