so they

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shoveled high


a high one


branded the hope

bust the bane

ran the turnpike kept clearing the teapot coping with the mechanisms of fruit and fame. a line of move/.turn

 about /a line of run

                         a line of slip

   a  line of hold to the

   veerring to the left / 
                   hanging to the right/ port that's port and Jill's on her way back to Paris and surface empiricism a strange puzzle of snythetic junctions

 r inging the bell

               O swell unity of trumpet

Between the whole's nontotalizable love and the rest of bucket we're rigging a sun, a parlour  a suburban lilt loving the night

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reversal chaos of love

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    Mona'n Jill gunmetal studs-seafoam vest  display the breasts of  yessir les best des conitions as the will making whacky the loving body-- its a q uantum of daynight mo uth longi ng to the pot of death lets escape this language  I love with a impossible thing


                     her mouth's a catching prick
                                                          

                                                                                       those thighs  and


  the buttocks be i d that they te dered made her twisting torque (an painful even at the knowing watch)
                                                                                             head

   cry

           bankrupt   the body is  painful                                           (at its rugged love cost)

                                                                                       and  a chide

                     a aw wf ul voice jabbering i to the tin box  ('cell')


                                          with the bod y of her  love

                                                                           an   i forgot 


 but the  orbs turning to    to' me' turretheadme ~ of the black of the sandy coast taste her eyes



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haze of capitlalism

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  In the haze . the haze of capitalism was the reunityfictation of the self.

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theroem one and two one and one making  fi ve to go. it seams Jill's Mona.


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'On a  (Ona Oona) li(gh)ter note  who cares about bread , butter, melody and mud? except at a given time, a  moment of sanding pop culture's all we got    ~


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Lumping it all twogather

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Lumpenspace princess  thought it's patriaRchy. it aint. not that sample. it's the commintern dog, the soviet pilaster poof. professeror's of emeritus and the moonlight scarf of.

Jill humdeho.

Mona  athankful geese

and the other stucking her thimble in the plate  close to the tardy duality of being. if they had a sinthomme they got it over! bullshit toi rang her hanky using oil and fragrance of the capital gains tax. Not a spoof for this knight but her  (c)ock riding her cock(robin) ride.

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in cave

---- Now Mona's met Jack the back not the hegel the bagel and  the Comminist Princess  ~ but they wont let her work the dioceces dildo  corny stories abound false memories of the sentimentalizing machine repacking you back baked goods   
they were doing it  
   they were 
       i n  the cave
            in  the cave with the water splashing all around they were doin it doggystyle a centuaur horse
on the run but now shes a  hard ass hooker for the territory king capital

suckered her deaths inta image image now she fucks with  a god capital ruins
machines


shes godzilla not giraffe of rain an' joy
  O come get out of there get outta here with yer copping out corpse corporate   running  panhandle paranoia


--------------------- Now does Jill see MissHegel's handy dialiectic? no matter her hair's parted down the middle its game  time at the 7pm getup . Her mirror's a box of selves.

   Now Mona's not a jackboot, but it'd be better if Jacky came to see her. Out of her veils of mourning and the capitalist float signifying . Out of the capitalist veil.

  Dont steal these words.



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~detail

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Being soprano was not her style. hers was chariots and buckwheat. Nervous smiles and  the witching hour dancing on a  bum. A dime for any laguna _ she's got an alias for a situation. Comedy's not her forte but goat's ass aint her bag either Anymore than hanging out with aunties and uncles , old Bobs, dead-beats, squares, and she's not keen on being seen as a palooka; don't like wiseguys, or sappy mud wearing satyrs. But shes' won with the wending ass of her girls. Stray she might be she's loyal as air, and wondering as chamber music as it cups its hand on her ass in the dark. O k shake those ringlets! wipe that smile off, no hold those big bad eyes up. Come closer you shirker. No more strikebreaking days for you honeypie. Your restless night are over. Singlular and plural subjecting objects to the ringsome throw of your awful laugh. She lived in a radio between the tubes and the rube~o she's a  hussy witha  pussiewussy!.

  Okay Mister Romeo.


_                                                          _ this intensity's beckoning your style.


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~ Elaborate

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Mona's got a spellbound dog; two sister neck to neck bust the semicolonisaiton of the bog of speech. Ordering round your arm to wrist wordings we've had enough.Can you    ~ ____ in my speech. its what i am leaving out that counts! the wanna turn you into a work Protestant suffer. Suffer no fools! no capitals! No lists! hahahaah a dog working ina  street declaring a long dare down.As on the hair of her haid Natasha Natasha her teeth acooshla acoosh gnash ya gnash ya her perturbing smile. A



                                  She'd never be indented beyond a smile perhaps

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a re-writing machine and

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A writing machine and . and the . and the. and  thee   ~  perilous voyageur!~ virtual being ! of becoming bid thy farewell song! a strange machine launches its own champagne  ~ drink on Voltaire Rousseau  ~ Lady Blake's arrived with her vision and cloth(es)line of fuite and quit the tumbler gallery of throng belongclong. What mouth  of tremble off the petal foot is this that?

 she's covered the memory of its screen . once that tucked who knows what begin of huff to puff place of its ringknock absurd  Silence as the growing mustache dawns her calm ocean bears back its trusted governor. O this  she pour to the seasoning campaign of its real total servant rotating the plumline river to its dissolving content city of its fair arches.


IN thIS plateau 'horloges'  and everyone chronometer don't count but knock.

     and this Episode what to : Jill's no vestal vegan ! o the wave swept up past her hairsome  tune and the resentful yankees that left clutching their fearful hanky.  Jill's murmur is the tongue pointed north rearing southern cloud the line of desire to the camp at the north.

       --- Mona remarking  ...' those prepositional phrases''ll get you somewhere. Badinage down the page is a square date on thought's part.

Portcullis and nave ahead

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Of necessary necessity

                       


Mona's running and walking. Waking saunter. Like most poor people she's an artist without connections she's reduced to conduce and public reform. Is that the word? Some slut with the paydown blues. It's only as she's focused on the work she gets any done. Anydone could very well be the name of a  character  ~ one whose calligraphic basic lies in not choosing      .

                Something like Jacky. Now who was Jacky? She wanted to know and lying close to the roof she might have learned except that keeping to herself diddnt help. and this loud roof and loudmouth  yowling about Canada this and Canada that in . the vile? was it vile not hardly merely excited and loud. No one knows the true meaning of it. And here in the agora they sit around as always fretting, discussing, pleading the case of death and life as they've always done  in its inexplicable Greek, Trojan, Athenian, Spartan way . and Thermopylae's way. Not an artist way.   ______Is this a great philosopher and debate reduced to debacle___ could be and could be the doubles of a  . Not one that walks any longer on this earth. O and the connecting goes as lights out the splash of and around the world. its death knell continuing.it appears a waste of time and what became to what's his name that Minister of hellth and death


Select all cut and paste . work with the possible and then of necessity find its virtue.


_Not everyone hears this.  Wont even necessarily hear it. What come of it  but your truth Jacky?

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of this

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by hand the waybill the conquerors of night. not a right but a lefturning road
with the soft things  not a filter for . or stepson born to  however
whence the fly of Leibniz and the gathering gallery and the accumulation of ought
Nah that doesnt work does it Mona she's seized by the high-flown gallery

Coming home thought of love . Tangled arm and leg to shadow on the wall
pairing thieves


                                                      So Mona in the prevaricated mode   ~.


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