Saturday

rose lilacs for your baby to bye blue

 In the malapert afterclapping your thighs tremble. This hand copping feels round the baptisimal fount. A christening for breath and leaving the wider open cases of flair and despair. How explain to the seven year olds they am rongrong. Gong and Gong! their peevish pairs are no good to the solitude of song.



                       Jill's not fooled for a seconde by the blameless of charity and the prayer of supplication. Christian volume the bloody murmur of begging prayers and the christian virtues never brought much but the homilies of death rattles.

________________________Jill kicks off it wonders at the trash flying off her boot. she'd stare at his cock all night restingits head repose wonder to god  rest.