Tuesday

Jiill's birth

Jill 's couvade was redirected non directed thought. A cherry blossom on the celerity of






































And you gotta wonder does she got any more tales to?












Tails hold the harbinger of night.... and ~ over the rise and the top of ~ . We're not fooled by highrise


gimmicks but the working class pays expensive ... places.. hydro not necessarily included.. she means intruded...   we're not persuaded by monomania either.. nor the druginduced hopes of stupefaction and superfetation and the classic form of hubris, spleen, savant, bilious, ridiculous melancholy of the saturnine mood.. hie! me hie! me then you soldats of the quick spasm and the gym work-out...




                    nothing worse than a forced birthday   'maunder'...