Thursday

ConDitions of Love

The codices of love make strange bedfellows. Partners in the Casears of love. The dubknights and mental cased quarts savor the studied arrogance of their bass filibusters. Calfing the night at half time quarter paged to the rough angle of bold love 's belly busting button.



Rear your winding cow! Puff the bells, single the sleigh rides, heave the peat and whatyou do don't offend the wankers of class.

Jill returned and retired that year to Southern France. With her glance across the ocean and the returning sea.

Thus she made her way. Finally home.