Sunday

ah said Frannyto her one night. We need to shoot the ducks once and for all and stop all this .. then Jill saith where is my daughter?






She's sibylline. Lion care for her toe feet . paused on the gesso. Griffon to her body talk rubbing elbows with the Queen. Discovering the thought that each is prudent to its own device. Donning amice and mantle she's bored with the flute of fire. Not a second too_ nor two one to branching spoon___ cocoon soon remaining to her fun ____ her FUN!? You sue the air and certainly lucid stand transformed by its care.




Each cereal bit is reckoned by the weed. If the accounting adds up measures to its seed she's the gainsaid giant's thigh in the park... Over there resting by its column. Come forth Jill! wake up the dead and mighty fled...









Bedecked by loom and azure night. Every night's cackled proceeds with courtesans of the East and pleasure unbound. O A priori Prometheus and his wily baggage of tricks genitive to the sudden seal. If a coyote found its way here it's cause she moved with trails of wheat ~






My daughter ? and my Nomad monad?


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