Saturday

Jill was an epoch

Jill lived in an epoch. She was epoke and selfless to the maroon of ridgewoods


over the often placed south. Ripped into Galileo's eyeball   ~ This was love's unfairest capitalist fuck. Off to the repearting partitive. What! you immediate imbecile? O come agen! you pizza lover boys. Yer homosexual knights are not long in the thigh.


_________________ you know all true travellers hold their onus at boarding houses, and this way it cruises fine lifting the belle-epoch to nostalgia's sad squeeze  `

________________________ Jill yells~ Class over! recess! out you lads!


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