Monday

Ungainly

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Do you hold your haughty nose aginst ungainly things sights and sighs. Wishing for wearing, wishing for the wearing. As each one hears the thing she won' t choose its' destiny's ragged plate. Not fate fatso! What! ho have with her dangling participants and her mistrops


and most of the bestest her seizing dipthongs.  Now thong is equal to thorough as quality's evident to quantum. What folly is this mIss Marigold?



Ring behind this special pleasure the German's woman's need to yank her pull into ya. This triple thing. O glover.
Of diction and  rediction direction to surrender
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The fort


So Franny says. And what she says must snow. its rain on forest and pill. The overhill of haunch and buttocks to pullulate the show._______________Suggestion that the picture melted her hands. I was her lover in her mouth.O moult. of loving come.

She's called Memoirs of a Plateau strength 1929. The year she's borne to her selving the movement of the tornado tattoo.

So you too.
So achoo.
And achoo.


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Sunday

Tabbinet

iF jill has a hammer shes got claw footed  . Shes got the hoomy gloom tooombs! And russet mantles and bird shaped brinders.  If these are true it's cause she wants . them.as a whore makes her face plastering powder and shit stuck to her glue eyebrows and her knees quake the first faithful she's submitted her corps . And sends a message I am like this bridge between two  and I am like the summer cunt that holds are drops and I am like the city with no women and I am like the city with no men  and too many many men to too few women and the double rimed caretaker has taken my place . She places her purse by the fibrillating vulva at her feet conch shell to her Venus pell mell. Is this the way she pursued and expected? her singtime sentence to the Olivia of grapes. and the grand thighs. and  gathers. as she was wont to become.
Had she borne any resemblance to the thing she saw. Tie thigh to the merry night,
rope a caul bury that face. Rub and ruff   ~ poplin to her goblin  ~ Face face face that face. That pricked thing. dying of its.


(You'll fix that later Mona to her pretentious orthodoxy the dictation of a hooker. ) Not a bitch at all but the ruination of crumble . And cookies to her cache along the florida of her south. Not a reckoning at all but a pleasure craft. The rolling     of  and    she]
rose  ,,   she  rose   ,,

Not a word to the language  her saint. persona  dictations abounding not her masque  but face becomed the. ANd her lip here down and the face. Breath gracious as the care   of.

Soher cruel jewels.

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Wednesday

Stands commands ... commands?

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Jill stands on her head: a  sunny day ... people in the world want cooperation. She knows this but the intensity of her speed make s.  Not quite alone, however, she's a  hydra head of c reatins.. Not cretins, saying Mona the cracker-jack philosophers've yodelled their blues down the hole of debunkable . 


Not  a mouth or breath between __________________Assemblages! lovers! bodies, her face. A d ear kind loving softness. To ring her with clovers. Her green line of flight, swept by the territory of love, passion, just , jewels, running brook,                    _____________________and feet. Which pitter patter. O lover, she has a world of flowers. In her palm.




______________She commands love.Living along her plateau. A place of jewels and reefs. The glass.Glass of desire . along her skin. and bones. as  a water marking the delicate place of reunion renewal.






 __________Have any heard this song, a train whistling in t he background... the old locomotive sound.


Funny how the word loco motive. Funny. Motive loco ... must be latin she smirks. patin to smile her upside down earth. As the bearing straight for heading inward goes.


And the rocking slows,

As the drift and afternoon.



 And  ....




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