Thursday

Jill says

 its gotta be an ontological shakedown dig



______________ So someone says/ Shake shake it to west /east
                    south to her mouth
She's lip little sinker to her crying drum beat banging hip swinging seat of the godesss. the modest one at that too. Jill's got her be to be in her down and out double becoming like any old wave across the caving ocean.a  Mind belt of giving and taking . she's held rusk to her sand long time enough. knows better a territory than a diary whether it's between communism gender unbiblical an bitch we've done worse.

Call of the wild! it is and more of less it's tune to a fine home play pal.
O dear O me O my you capiliast i.o.u.  i am you.