Sunday

Vanished giant

No one has better ceaselessly.If this way you are her lover, then nothing comes over. Of the clean clatter there's carrion gods waking at the nine pins rolling. and the beggared impercitible frown and the enormous Brazil, and the wave wax museume of your thought. Cna the midget stem Franny's becoming Fanny? her wowwhoahwe won't say On va allez! On va allez Je vue Je vue, et le tourment ne s'arrêtera jamais_ well you could say pas jamais . !But we wont we''ll stay with jam and loving . In our kitchen liquefied by molecule hit and pip, hip to your thighed womb.~

She's hit witha Molecule onE!