Wednesday

Fizzz and rough and wool

AS the darning beat goes on. Hoof. Real to win its awkward Pan throng and the doable thing's done.


'Mona is worse than the Cantantians. They, at least, are only looking forthe Father. But Mona's looking for "daddy". Schizo-sisters of desire myass.

My areseeing Lord!

My ArSeing Lord

what's happend to the gambit
at half mast!'
Health to your hod and health to yorehorde ~.


Mona's a jewel roughs up the pages of all ages. Camps on the bivouac of buttocks standing room only her only cope.

____________________have you said this previous prior to ? Priory O stuck being. Becoming its huddle her hurdling buttocks. 
_______________________Chaired to seconde   ~ saw her double double in the metro. T'was twinning winning breaks. Her smile broke   ~ over waves of the stuff. Heart attack baby your knight is coming coming   ~.