no one

_____________This wont do cocky  Mona, crackled yer peeps!__ its yer narrational mode of break... narrational's better than national's for sure it's pride keeps people back in placed ducked to their deterritorialzied selves...

__________________Antimind! my ass she hearken. A bird flopweed. Dripdrop dripdrop. The maiden cullies the fat change. her skewed a fairy pig for letting mules.

 '...This was no one and  better together ... 'snapping  the wrinkle ... 'hefting crosstalk... y Oona's  veer-eyed knew better than  to prattle ...  A  tryst   pearl soft to the crutch coining a smeary ...overpass  ... lessing sand drift ploughing  tide and beach... caring for what was not and is... if these are nans' sob it's as whomsoever made their plywood stock a leman hiss.'' Oona studded Occam his razor shaped tard . Over a culvert. Lost the patrol. Wandered off. Inside the .

'Is she not  fearing the ton of love's gage?' ___ Correct your volitions my love.  '...does its bonnet pull  bootstraps tapping her handlove's ass, fambles to her gimmaled trip. Love's cleft's  a  girdled wearing


 And poundstone's  lascivious rock ... the arse's crack  the lane up-bending its infinite cult... these hands are as white as the furling cloud cameoed  the cluttering  ....'



 She wrote it yesterday hier but she published it now and nevermore its icecream love two tone touch   ~