Saturday

Bango

















Sham to shimmer her orient fur. Not a wink or crusty pie baking
                     the lake of its finger duration is Mona's ratio not a bitter pointing at any zany moon   ~ Nor a capitalist pompous   ~ Jill's got a scratching finger listening post where the putters funnel the moon. Of every hefted lawn she's moved three cutters, and the women of france hold their own . So that's the word and there's nutthin' you can do about it bugsie ~ N is for noodles   ~.