Sunday

Her existential fingering

Bombast and lambast. Are her companion chums, her tum tum de fum and existential fingering.


Well Jill says if you had an ass you'd do it too! a woman a night for a week then two a day on the donkey ride. Keys clattering at her sapphic fish!


And the wee tart at her side a friends

she's bummed cigarettes too,

lazily slides up

.

Come my darling come not not now
the boat's waiting for us to board!


Badminton! and she's it!

Away we go suckers!





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Franny at the conference in Brazil and the mad woman
years later linking her anger to the decay of European spirit and helots.

Wardering down the buttocks and soup, and this is called a surrealist clown.


Oaks and tuques to bed their tormented way.