Monday

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A tourniquet a ring a chain she's done it all. Next near to her pissing she's savant?  _ Mona come along with      with  her mouth in the ~ nearest end of wearing forks , knives, trees, icicles, isosceles - in addition shes' appareled with triangles round her foot  ~ spent to any throng unearthed her bawdy pair of legs! O within your body   ~ the tearing sound not the vulgar but the  worst thing is the huckster! and the resounding ! pap in the face of the singular universal. So Jill insisting on her knees to a genuflected deity, punitive commission are the sure sign of its uselessness. 


gods that approve death and sacrfice monstrous creations of the past bloody as hell and the depressing idea of covering their  bodies clad with the dark noise of 'their'pas t . So how many times travel there in the hungry food and angry deity of the god?

Question mark Franny holding her nose and the forest and chair and calming the tree and rubbing the backyard wind and coupling the rhubarb

and lifting the sow package of its   No no Mona resisting _____> If Mona's true virtue is to accost men she's one haughty harlot in bed.

THe strep throated maiden of choice   its what Jackythinks of thinking as he thinks of her. That waste of wool and seperation reflex. How sick ones in the world! she woes.

 ______________Turn around! O mes forets
     ____________Turn around O saisons






No one speaking this way you old crooner.
Sheep!


Hold your horses Mona Jill Jack and the gang   ~  She's not far from wolves  ~.