Wednesday

Come along tunnel

Funnel you fool! hold the captain back. Read a kind commode and the restless lair .... this its fair as mighty .

Find valour and favour with the king of things! the becoming nut! the righteous alley of caught in the box. O come along see this ripping ... she presses the point ... tipping it off... hitchking the wagon to the old turf... is this a brush with fate Susannah among the bold and burly... not quite the thing in itself is it? Nor the shadow clinging to the cement of a dank cave. Nor is it the inestimable glory of gold bronzed by the fair mud of gold



How long does a thought go on Giselle . her breasts heaved with the breast . No her breath heaved.
Yes her breasts heaved
with the joy
Mona
won't know
socks

Or the herd of hole

pin
and cushion

Aovid that dear seascape belted in with the waves that rock______________________________
Everything's a bit and paste. Love's a boot and pallet.