Monday, November 24, 2014

.. is pressing

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Jill is pressing has sheep for clothing esp. as it comes around to disguising the vessel of a  night. Long time past and hurried forward a harbinger of its daring. She hushed its knockabout. She's going to come back later. Come back. Later. Later come back . Going to . She's going to. She hushed she hushed she hushed . a hard working door. pressed her lavender heart   


                       Jill made her mighty . Mona's got feet like geese that free her of the ridge of sentenced poise.


As she wing(s) down the upbringing of her fervent. No, it's the one clandestine portal remaining to her left in the bigamous world of the three-backed beast. Jenny and Jill Franny and Mona every artistocrat knowing this bending and switch.



                          Mona has a baby bitterness cancer and ugly her face she threw her out of court. Chucked her the odd-ball eternity.

Luxurious like any bathing wind.

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Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Fr'anny

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 Franny sur le trottoir.   Nuages, étoiles, nuit, c'est la clarté des ombres et non pas les amants avec leur passion leur érotisme et l'ennui. C'est le nuage des envers les sols les étincelles.


On pense à ceux qui sont la, dans le perd et le pardon qui ne passerait pas. A chaque choix la voix. 

Et c'est comme ça pour les autres et autres . Les vers, les genoux.




   Quelle étrange pense  Mona dits a elle même pour un monsieur comme toi. On parle, et tu parle dans un voix qui est  mystérieux et la même temps  muet.
 Comme si des voyelles s'en fuit devant toi.


___ Mona has her homework cut out for her if she thinks Franny's reading Gerriga.





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Friday, October 03, 2014

Jill's remainder _ 2nd

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Maybe she 's still not working there...Jill's still not working there/ Mona's moved space to get there. And there's nearer to the grammatical touchdown 'down there' at where and when  whence.A  dense machine of threshing pause?

to beck/ crack/ reek the tomb/rhomboid its apparent stupid? no, suble strata


Repetitions her favoried possessing. at ask round the gliding rich vow. Not a somber cursor nor a winking eye trundling nor turning the oats.

or the pretences of taunt
                                                    a greek smile deceived none      ~


   
!O Mona's ass has font crumbling birds

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Sunday, July 28, 2013

if

 --- to start at the end of the midst it's best service thataway! dig it pad over the heels of the forsooken Knight.




if Jill knew the gig was up, she upped the ante-chamber split the sentence in four , she perfumed the road, moving aside the bustling vehicles traveling up her side .  Her head's  a tweak for sunsets and abodes, there's no point shining as no one's home    !


  Continue   the sage saga anon as she's got a family kitchen to tarry her ills. A tare's worth of smidgen on the bilious hope of renewal! what bollocks of blunder is a family . A subconscious fair me drawl



A pink ruffle in the night's word.


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Tuesday, June 25, 2013

gussied



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                 Gussied up the little tart became widow. Window as in this glass she's aperture to her sage. Cracker. and merger to the twotimbucktoo and her boyish love grown long as her near sighted fish. Of my fish and lev of level mergent to the sobbing mettlesome crew of the crunched up fece.. we're not hurried by resentful reintroducing gods. A reign is a .  Well, she's hold forth back to her toothsome buck! There's nothing softer to the eye than this nervous tick. A steam engine rolling was pinks to the dawn.A shit hinkied up the russianmoth pelted its wing, and cambering along a road, a white blue and lavender, no a maroon truck was it she say? Or is that cambric round, wreathing her lace neck? Leman, leman of that brook.


Come to the weird soviettopple of your red wall and crest the curtain. She's hegel to her whithershin spooning the supply glide of anno domnini and round cradle boxes, and cardinal numbers too.

  Jack calls me to. Jacky calling call Jacky cackle hacle your misted breasts. She's Mona's boat and Fanny's got it curtain to the final ending! consumatum est a pink steward for each particular unfair dawn. of its practice.

   Mona bowing her out,  Oona entering the shell, its long beach hence. However the gnostic truth the gnostic troop believes other than wise.

  Oona come here. Mona go out .

                    About










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                                                                          Mona took the carrot juice.    Not a hegel salve at all. Nor the fostering north zephyr.


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Wednesday, May 08, 2013

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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Wednesday, April 03, 2013

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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Saturday, March 09, 2013

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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Tuesday, March 05, 2013

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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Sunday, March 03, 2013

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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