Wednesday

doubloom

 Gombeen Mona  may she shamble ever more her mouth's putty! and her drouth mighter than any dick!  Not ode and merrygoround germane to this cost accounting lover! 


 Does she bed the lion couch fretted foot? Food for her  loin bellowed park  If she goes out I'm as much as her as she's the reference point for her pout and pressing  egg.


Jill hangs out at geometrical spades. Void, planular, zitgeist and plenty of woods to ferry. The other side! Please.

If it's an eclipse she's connected to its ought thunder. Like the rhubard tale. And other musts and need.


__________________Hold the light of fortitude next to her chin she's shacked up with a dude in Warsaw.. ... rubbing off the clear charming light of the ....the yellow light? _______________Franny is that what you call river of pent?

Remember not knowing o popsicle platonic.... 


If this blin' lady puts her pen to foot its stalk'll wake the world... O come along then. we've time to suspend and spend your welface cheques balancing the distributed credit on your excessive big house with no one half the time... taking unnecessary spaces from the poor and working .. cuts of the regular gal and guy! O 




___________Maniacs and drones of the propertied distiller sof truth and stokin wine   ~ .~ Liveried folk aint got nuthin to do with us   ~.



Sunday

turn to tender

Yaw turn tender as the knight's eye ball. A lover's chaunce ~ respite from the stark of the grange down by the mead. Off the winks, open the air. lessen dark




Mona' s premature return reckons force of stance. And less we recall ribbons over bows,
let' s carry our freight.


Enough read heard by its splendid feast and Jacky's ... room close to her party animal ... the thrifty notch of time and the breeze

close determining their fate

by hunky-dorky dolls and macabre lesson.. over the lee... down along the bibliotheque's ... hallway he wanders a host of right next to its perambulated weather beating... 


Saturday

bridal gown

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Missive to her plain yolk. Debussy's flair along the Satie paths... flushes outward the in-lying implicating of their song... missing a letter find an alphabet.. the woman _ she was pregnant turned out! _ at the ward... four sugars... never finis ~ finished that coffee did she... there were cameras tucked away there in the corners







like little eyeballs stored away... a journoui of the blind and its dents... impediment s to the understanding the intelligent dont get..

Mona thrusts the cookie uP see her[e] Mister G~ oo ~ they got you warped out on the surveillance not unlike the veil there in the 'spectacl' of its clinging.. and so they name themsevels   word buster...phall fearing poets...
so thet is there name

Jill being woman names it alla  farces in panorama colour of the masters!

If! and a blunderbuss to cape their burnous fever!
O my  flooders! and the phonies that've rented their jeans and the d.n.a. of their dust along the Ville Emards and the plus of  their negatives.. the boxes of histograms.....


O the faun  ~  the faun leaps closely  ~ See HiM  ~


 Bounds across the StaGe ~ 




the old man weakening Oona presages her nape  ~

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 Nota: As the critics've no time to create being about their busyness to interrupt and crude decide what's that what...w espend our times crouching close to the found mercy of its pleading ....

Lover   ~.


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Is this a sortie or what?
along came down Jolicœur street and its avenues... thus the dark night its darkling avenue and plains...  ~ 

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Every lover is a french dictionary




_________________________________________________ SO Mona's behavior patterns became known   ~.

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Friday

moo

A continuation of figments and fictive fragments. because we've seen the vituperative knight and known its 'pilasse'  and pleasures. Not cheated and swindled by the hungry want me down of me me me  ~ and my breast talking hope

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So Jill's trellis    hoop  ~



Hove a voice along your united selves. Rest the bell.   Mate the ridge .Knackered by its soup spoon base. By the mackerel chairing each hour we fling rings and hope to the perch stone. An eagle bases his key    ~


Not the easy given or   ordinary image its bell pent work, brassed to the tracery along the something something age.
But the escaped word bought by the mouth  ~






Remembers the ordinary and forgets it  ~



_____________ Mona wedges her cocoon across every sender  ~


Knowing war is the dictation of the no good   ~

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Thursday

roundabout

 Something the matter with her eye patch ....not quite  a scholarly matter with the powers that be! the commanders of forest and 

weather. bloc of this that the other.. as avid as an anteater... along the teats of time's ..... no No No you sweltering pig! you bovine butt  buncher! the dust the disgusting always the start.  of true confidence...... that counts and her breasts pushed up into your mouth.. Franny's last wholesome suck...


take a puff
hold me tighter as lace does holding in abra? is that what you call it? a bra for every communist hope__ dont be a cynic!~

Her lover wakes up finding her snuggled between the volumes around her thighs ... the pages fluttered of clean and air and her solemn oath...  between her legs...   


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Wednesday

spitting ton

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Of all the gangsters I have known you are the best calumniator.  So the legal pads scribble . Incriminating every document. Hoped fors and not hoped at all. And between the buttons oodles of wax, odd pediments scrolled by the haptic never never land nerves and time...              Creepy beer belly bottom. A baton! you mean

to hurl Swining Jill raptured by the capture of the tomato counties.  and the war goes out.              Life to its randy feel, the hardest caper being the breath pitch.


Diagonal gnosis . Climb the wind wolf sidewise clamber . spider love red recluse of four arms double legged her kali goddess wait? Yer gait summers its longed for  wanting to screw and patient as the knit on the chemise....

Yes . She do he do the sheheredo.





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Tuesday

reeling

  Reeling the fish in. Outside peter's foret dada Alors les amis sont la .. on perds les cause et on gagne les enemies... elle ne comprends pas .. les adventures de l'alphabet... the elbows.... the cheen ... the heyes... a queen waiting .. over the foxglove.. the spaniels... say.. the nip of air round their netherest parts... and solemn coats of spain and coats of


___________jill walking back to the bibliothèque .. 1978 was the 4 year of treble returns...a trip abroad overseas in the abandoned money..

Mona came to lectures... the airs buzzing huzzah... students smoking.. circling the tents.. Houdini up by the podium....

this french is sweeter than hips galore gaylaswinging.. in a lover's fervent roll   ~

Monday

calling off

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 calling off. ringing. The sin the wilful one of Adam. Marked by tears path. Shuddered. Not a solemn feast but a wedding . Of two and one. Rafters to the key places of the dullest damn perdition.O Predictable pun of the laughter ~ gas! gas!



Of the gaze and blasted ruin pine, steeple, oak, silver birch, and berry ink ... along motorcycle hill.... and the Oxford ruins running over the battlement... o becoming of list and ghost of listing it's your father's trait bearing all..

_____________________And Jill hiho hums the drum tune. Melody to her sprung ear ~

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Sunday

Full ~

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 Ange demon amant lover the line splitting the painting in two. Knocked by its lightening to the forest keeper taker to the dawn bust of its breaking. Off she goes hinter pacing her river ... her bodies fragment    ~  off these split wood and making into the tear cry of her lent   ~ Angel demon

             the body crucified in its mint   ~ mist to its rainy self    ~ Jill hammer the ring

stellar to its gesso face   ~ of these rigmaroles shes pent  ~ ragged to the clock cloak and love to her trumpeting... love's triumph is a bare sock from rain rain rain il pleut dans les villes il pleut it was hottre en Montreal...

                     c'est moin chaud dans le Nord de Mexico ~ Les fascists sont 'everywhere  ~

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Jill wore cloaks 

Saturday

months

 For months it was vain. Weather vanes. And rain. Tarnished the roof. Rood of the christ jack bobbin on the tarmac.                  Bucephalus yowling  to stoneed  road rock in her hooves. A cemented dog god for the clogs  ~ 
                                Warning its feet could break anything
 .
Because it was  grief and parrots. Pirates sullen as rose cleavage beggared in the further side. Dawn's best bracken-water. Not a soul able to make head or tails, following their limber. Gibberish to the busted rhum of their tents. Hanging on the high water. Coming over the hill and along flank side of the valley's girth. Bested by the window and the archers . Hoofing over the sheer size of its. Sizar and servant cutting back and the bugler trumpetting her fear. Some cry her cunt to the whole crazed alley.




with a gale coming on no one crowding its pent over dock, and. yes, my darling this's the judo chop of capitalism's last lamb chop.




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Thinking you knew something Jill on the wooden payphone old drug store pharmacy lent to the background of the film's production...




Friday

ten for friend




 Calling off the wagon and tenting in. Aether  . Mister Aristotle's principle. His first cope. Along the Athens road. And the coat. And the warrior. Bucephalus  speaking to the rocks.
Because it was 

Coping. Along this road on the island the
question

loud and clear

                     Why are there things rather than none?


                                      insane to ask. as if existence wasn't mad enough. to have asked
         its intensity bearing down diodes on the head.

and you say poverty coming to greet you    ~ its dodge gauged precedent

                            its rugged fact doge to bullet self breaking lead on the markers of tombstones

many makers and their dea ~

Who knows what devil held your thumb?  carding dealing peeling reeling and unreeling

Thursday

between weak


 between weak and free. And its tea for the townseys. its mulligan's stew. that's all . my love. Or son balking at the be backwater of its dozen. restting to its cousin. Not guilt . Not shame. But promise to its potent revival.  


 Crested by the will of many its ghost latitude apocalyptic .  Over the bevel the sea reminds its everyone its two ship pause is cause for leaving and the vicar loves oats as much as he loved the taste of her tit in his mouth. Naive milk of human kindness!  O priest imagining jinns  these milks spouting on the sortie of a woman's nipple tit   ~  If adjoining these hands made anyone come free to its loam bound lover then we've chosen right their heirloom suckle.

Lover where is your name midst this straw. Backed berry hoodlum to its swarming multitude. 


Wednesday

rumble

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 Rumble and tangle. Ring her hair. That night. tonight her mouth haaed to shush it. Her.
and beauty was. Name. And  O it was . Not to speak its. Of its caring.
Tare . And of tarry not love tarry not this talk. Spaced to its






Of this way her name . Breasts was. White . As pressing corn. White . Pressing milk

and sowed. Its infant cross the pass.


 Her explanations . And everonetwo knows the hopital jewish is . and no one knows
why but. it is. yes and that time. No not that time. That woman
                 at counter her beaded hair. Was it beaded? at the cash . Her
to know its love bead was flung in the air . Of its desire. My

                   and the best in the . and none know why. knowing they know ` it's best .

 


because because O i was ashamed.  because they are . the intelligent.
Gentle gent of the body of tears. that has seen. but has seen. not seen
has seen . not seen. the suffering black suffering. of whose tears.
are not seen. as seen its suffering its the small. it's the same.
suffering. but at the cafe . that Tim Horton's it's  yes, it's as so.
One has the impression




Of Franny's many multitudes.















Tuesday

cunning ought

_______________________Mona mingles the tutti-fruit! of bananas and annas

and ananas pineapple porches to her pittance.


Cunning to the draft pickles her feet. Onion toes, bra water barlley tooth and boots her bottin sigh to heaven's last cast! O sigh!



Everyone's ready a wedding in stationary place ~

______________________Dont hang with the big boys! if you aint a big gal!
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Monday

tankard cloth




cooee, cooey : O the warble Mona's coat ~

_____the ruins of the wolf. And the forest. came by the wrong thing twice holding its own . Second in command a drill sergenet paring his nananaills. Bannanansass and. this way no heard thing's known by shitty owner of rent. Petty property and tax 'land; ' lord to the gentry of death.its not a joke. Jill hamstrung knowing the . Hamadryad haldol she's a serial pill taker. the old hack, harridan .rehookedto her tenement death. fartinng spewing the crusted tenement of shite. caught to her green bellicose . puked via her vomitorium _ hell's pace along the sandbogs of war and here come the helicopter gunships ... ranging down on citizens innocent astide the world beside their love and family. this war has its name .


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Sunday

this way you create (not a gizmo)




Arseholes brought . Borne daily seconded by mule pigeons. Drafted in the stench of trench war fare. The arrogant queer and drug addict readying their selves for the lapse into the fort da dadada ~ Dumb lady C and the pompous ass of a wanna be suitor crouping her mayhem ~ the possessive nutcase of nouns and predicates, verbs and but, adverbs and nut casing
.




__________________ Rigging on the boat's cut loose... around the fairy stonework sedgework .. of the lawn? (cut the grass you asshole with yer own machine! ) (dead paranoia drifts in the cut ) ... brass workings on the ornate palace.. wainscotted narratives peeling 'their' tuckered tape....s omeone's rent this fabric fragmented its bitter fawn...

Is that it? _____Something o'those lines... crapped out ..beggared off ... crooked the cooees lover solo ~

A listing page figment to your itune ipodic molar gizzard ~

Saturday

hovering

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Hovering craft hobbles.


Jolly wills and lover cooees ~ tongue wagging ~ Periled by amber ~





Hiver and hovering the woman's care its patent weakness pretender to the throne. Of barwheel hopes.

_________________Hiver was winter the dog of night. Clapping thunder to its rent and Oona chairing the phosphorescent clad ~ her choked corsage was a funeral's might of harm. Hindering neither your thought nor vane ~



Friday

Swain and




Swain and the recherche de_ integration on the street. your diamond senses destroyed. tented by gaping hole and wounding.



her kidding waist holding off on the murder of the avenue. A crime detective novelist she's a piper tuning her fork and pitch at every passersby. And the wank and walk and mama's go to sisters and mothers dread deadalike their semblance simile to his rival and hiding his true and beautiful name.


FOol! Knave! Numbskull!

________________What have you leanred Jackass?____________And columbian comes to his arms thighs widespread wedge to gathering ~

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Thursday

O timber

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O timber and amaze her breasts. A mouth sigh wheat. Kissing stair. Blockaging step.



                             She's worn the cape of trickle and trinkets rough up the car of air ringing down the hustle of time's push-up. Come along you, my Mona carry these blue-belles and ring the best pestles down,                     ____________ Jill skids along the rocks ~ .

________________ Love's tact brushes  its parent  ~

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Wednesday

thighs of the pink

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 Jill's juggernaut was her friends. Dictators of the word. spellbounders of the short term. Shored off busted braggarts to the two wheel ego. Rambunctious to the finale and




 She becoming a thing clear to its calculus  trefoil to the ruddy sun its character  popping box   .. Mona's bracing fell and cabas witch's broom the stereo sudden



Each body's a thing like the African's woman glad brown eyes, her breasts ever coating love's choclate sigh  ~




So Principle to love Mona's shies her. Bashes her waived banishment true to selves turning again homeward her resting thighs to harbor   ~

A true midwestern geek ran for cover on asked the true blue three question. O SPinoz!a O Christ thy blank care   ~
O rain and angel soft lust of its packed soldier mist sword  ~

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Tuesday

this night has a dozen tales

Saya dozen is breaking water. Or the boite-ouitl is dovecote to merry chasing women along . The brook its vivid fur its lady's ass galore. A church going mouse knows no timber like this __________A Canadian chuck woodgeese bearing wood to its sovereign state.



Each word's a hiding place obtuse to its obtaing veil the isle of freight and lenders the left knowing the muskrat and geese bearing south and the uprights holding all the wood in place.


Space ___________________ the time you have is myhand holding your tears.



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