Thursday

with this

With this no one enters. Macbeth stays the page anxious to perforce perform his weddding across the s'bloods of dream. And reverly's madness to bear baitingits tongue. A little elizabethan folly over her lover's buttocks.




                        With this your head's on backwards and some arsehole. O the red painted. and the blessed buttocks and. Breath your eyes. O cunt of the middle class. Mona's in the bed Jack arise behind Mona spreadeagled loves her feet.