tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64385562012-01-23T16:50:52.454-05:00The Fictions of Deleuze and Guattari:A Fictional Poetic Biography:Clifford Duffy.This space is for the Fictions of Jill,Franny and Mona:The Fictions of Deleuze and Guattari,a Biography. The "fictions" are a series of epistolary missives, a chaosmosis inspired by imaginings and becomings. The fictions then, a desire-machine,tale of becomings,ebb flow, turn of break-cut. Schizoanalysis = Prose Poetry.
Catch a FallIng StaR Sister Deleuze Yer desire Machines'll Sing their Ringin' Tone.
Text and some Images of this Site©copyright 2004,5,6 by Clifford Duffy.Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comBlogger8811100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-62075211500525430432012-01-11T22:58:00.000-05:002012-01-11T22:58:32.846-05:00you and.: Mona around her hair
As for the font, ahem well Jill has a thing for the doublfont of the comic versus the roman tie of the times imperial power design. who says uniformity in a page is design to god-- the oddball plane and surface of her sharing.
Is there no knight like yours? as leaning into her lips she's every merry thing a mersey beat . Puffing her lonesome.
Mona around her hair
and C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-21694229284660577592012-01-11T00:35:00.004-05:002012-01-17T21:58:24.722-05:00Mona around her hairMona has a screaming queen. She's buried the dead yet the dead are relentlessrestless won't quit, kick back dust, dirtying the living. It strings along this line of thought informs her shaping care and night worry.
On the other hand, Franny the good goes to bed with J1. J1is sleepfucking with Jacky. Mona, Mona, the inventor of a tale and a book. Not like the C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-20041712722675622132011-10-25T18:18:00.001-04:002011-10-25T18:20:41.296-04:00Veiling Mona
yOU'D think she was shipping out when she's only (really) just arrived composing recompensing her loverthrong.
Mona veils (wore) her feet ~ OF course the government was nuts ~ she dandled between the being of something and nothingness and the boring right of death the rights of death. the dead beat knoll of nights on the catatonic Galt she bypassing the heft and woof by the slumber. AndClifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-83834605929059543982011-10-16T23:27:00.000-04:002011-10-16T23:27:31.336-04:00It could rain Jill is zip and peel with her bookshelves rounding every shoulder. Something along the tine and the kine and ringaround the rose and amazing .
O really.
Yes, and then some others. Tobacco and the ones coming over their river. Like a revel, a tent and camping on the street, the broken avenue ~.
Love has no age or moon orbit among the gulping stars, and the stratified lovers. Their glue Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-32812436851907862872011-09-30T16:27:00.001-04:002012-01-23T16:50:52.463-05:00Rooted Jill's votary was a dog, a votive notation on the 'crumble' of time. She's crumbled and crumpet!trumpet! What is that way she speaks leaving the cake to the nodders . Someone holding. Hold hold hold . It rings that way Capital C. A crest tuning the fair wind. Winding the wheat the tunnel wheat? We're not sure. The first time on the steps outside the factory at the laboratory of Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-9758763700229332582011-09-22T23:04:00.000-04:002011-09-22T23:04:04.743-04:00On end
Mona's moved into the kitchen and Jill's hanging on her head. Lovers. Of dogsand other bodies. a Blue lamp,a kidding goat's skin.. something a jazz working up to its denouement ~ . Palavers and crystals coaching the ramy evening ~.
Mona's hurried four score and ten, the blue ship, the rocking moat. Jill's boot-heels
Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-41712090015638300832011-09-16T20:09:00.000-04:002011-09-16T20:09:03.172-04:00Jill who's not been ....
Jack, who hasnt been around in a while and, who was the
editor of 'L'Antioedipe' vaguely recalled a photo in a hotel. Near
a lake where the sun beat down and crickers gave no funding and
no relief when the river ran hailed a well hail lady to her panties down around her ankles~ she
's rusted and rued in her deceit a. failed translator! a jealous pumpkin! afraif of her owned paranoiac sincere Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-91558862522629355822011-09-06T18:53:00.000-04:002011-09-06T18:53:26.833-04:00Hot Bacon! Trims!
Hot as gammon and better Hot as Russian rushing hot loving cross the music of the sphere. And the busttop and bust stop her long nosemouth. Double up to breastloving its careworn purse. Is this love's gaudy? She says yes around t he . Wrinkling her nose and love knows no race. She's not sure. But better she's sure her pipe is nomamapapadeterioration though parents have their place. Apparent C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-21150209702274177832011-08-26T16:57:00.002-04:002012-01-23T16:46:29.556-05:00Reason to know and grapes as such
__ Jill has every reason to believe she's alive and married with a son in Ireland. Has she been back? to the coast and the continent? No , Ireland's held her sway. She's not been back to see the professor . Nor the grand scholars of the school, nor the doctors of , nor the doctors. People always lawfully look better througha window. She's a historical nut living with a screw for each passage Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-11898871530847239272011-08-23T22:27:00.000-04:002011-08-23T22:27:08.521-04:00Jill's August
jill was a barn girl brand exchanger exchequer to the good bad and evil of her desire beyond fans and lighting she'sa worn out harlot dippin her foot in the capitalist stew
she loved the chinese woman her tears her slightly swelledsmall breasts and thought of her warmth hotto the inside of her self and tears to her loving love
lobbing bobbing and robbed by love's . something something Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-32476493926915803822011-07-20T02:22:00.000-04:002011-07-20T02:22:28.136-04:00Seconde return to immanence not imminenceNESDAY, JULY 20, 2011 If hearing's not seeing_(she's got a body to )If hearingwhat's she's got is a body with no address. And the lovers line up for N. carrying the weak end oflibido trusted to any servant any poltroon of love ~
les Plages d` imMAnEnCe
____________ What does a word do? finds a bodyPOSTED BY CLIFFORD DUFFY AT 20.7.11 Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-35809978038974293202011-07-20T02:19:00.001-04:002011-07-20T02:22:24.999-04:00If hearing : les Plages d` imMAnEnCeIf hearing
not seeeing is the pleasure of desire machines then what's the body? She ropes over self escaping the segment egocentric of her round the tuba transcendent thingamajig? the clown! what's she's got is a body with no address. And the lovers line up for N. carrying the weak end of libido trusted to any servant any poltroon of love ~
les Plages d` imMAnEnCe
____________ What doesClifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-56348663637670286922011-07-19T10:30:00.001-04:002012-01-02T22:51:27.140-05:00.: well henry Miller was dyin' Duffy was a girl in her spare time. Not that being spare was any realer than bein' twenty one.
She's doing a novena. Thus her reading book is writing the novation dialectic.
Everything seems to suggest that his discourse proceeds according to a two-term dialectic: popular opinion and its contrary, Doxa and paradox, the stereotype and the novation, fatigue and freshness, relish and disgust: IClifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-27502169534226974142011-07-19T01:54:00.000-04:002011-07-19T01:54:54.059-04:00well henry Miller was dyin'
Please ExPlain_________________________; MilLer is Dying
To explain is to move to remove from the plain, the 'what cannot be seen' making it plain to view. Is that the idear?
Anyhow,here you go__________________;'Dying in your crying ' that part's a quote from D. T ~. (guess the name you win!) The rest you just made up. of less or more bits and crumbles from you and Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-19556999285988248702011-07-16T18:22:00.002-04:002011-07-16T18:22:16.529-04:00Set theoryC Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-64802090561654914352011-07-14T00:54:00.003-04:002011-07-14T01:00:11.141-04:00Itself
Life itself is a quotation! quotha big Ben. and mister Gumption has tears around the sole of his shoe. both of them, and running along the quais. She's close to nothing showing her heels. To any likely passerby ~ Buff! my arse Mister Duffy.
Mona, and Jill, and Franny for that matter, belong here, not there ~ thee
or nannyonelse knows better. Not what's best, but what's Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-76450996804853576662011-07-09T02:10:00.000-04:002011-07-09T02:10:08.630-04:00Mona's PeltMOna's
Transcension transubstansianher transubstation
her substrata
her substation
these and both her mouths filled as she waist bending to the flower of the valley ~ Both mouths filled ~ as she needs them. Once she was three now two and one 'll do ~in apinch ofa squat of a ruse that's true.
Shes'a backdoor 'man' that is she's a woman A. Awomban's view.
Then again C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-87869931186909772872011-06-22T14:53:00.000-04:002011-06-22T14:53:40.116-04:00Since
Since the world became it began a rudder too grow its awful spout. Roughed by the pullulation of the grimy thing. In itself it was nothing yet ~ it whispered. Hinges of tales and what not . Tala tala a waking call to beckon bridges. At the half self ridge as things reunite climbing the far ladder ~ .
Every young animal knows the difference shifted between things and plus signs. C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-55753228712533075142011-05-23T01:16:00.000-04:002011-05-23T01:16:13.693-04:00-----------------------------------A feint A handy andy man she was ? A schizio ladder? a table a rent a pent
-------------------------little ladder did he make thee?
a
round the wind off the lake too many ambulaters? Of such as these has been no one... time's off the sensual seeing essence ~ O patwish! O plato! O my aristotle throttle! O
_______________________________Jill rubs her back against the inward onion. She's a made herClifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-78804443145129434662011-05-23T00:57:00.001-04:002011-05-23T00:58:19.695-04:00Mona's fragment mouth
Hubub! to her frag mouth/ Piece of/curl to its twinning two chorse, double layer double jinxed lover to her storming. Strongman lover barn to its sail ~ Not sale's pitch but yeoman to her baker. June's the month of hideyhide and wanktank! War and its zone! a zone,a road, a breach, a rea ~ you break off the letter mouth, as clutter stumblebum your waking effet feet . Her tits, babble C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-53828199362891832022011-05-18T00:25:00.001-04:002011-05-18T00:26:12.526-04:00hold Hold your horses ! your skateboards. Moan Mona along the gliding bed of dentata ~ date entry to middle pleat, the plateau of cake and onions, chance card to the burying song, cart to the amazing summer of sun ~its ring round Saturn is the pawl of the inward ring the onion ring ~ Jill hefting the machine gun of her thigh crackling burnished to summer's rent. and the pal went down hence all Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-49407497486135275412011-05-03T19:04:00.001-04:002011-05-03T19:04:46.906-04:00hey what ho !She gave her a clothes line in the face, elbow driving her right into the boards,
an arm shiver, next thing you k now she was tearing it apart on the ground ,
for to tell the heaven. It was darling groundless abyss becoming and the Dardanelles and the monsters also and the pithy eyed gods the Assyrian mammoooth and Dogone the traitor in blue skinned to the bone
with predator's finer fingers, Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-81403819240047842302011-04-21T03:05:00.000-04:002011-04-21T03:05:46.490-04:00... mand s Commands Monstrous deeds
through the paranoid streams then we . ran. no, she came , no she ran , came. she ran , came second . Seconded by breath spilling the invincible infinitive t o its . placid
its
Mona how it hurls the language. No that's rong , it's wrong .
We came by the water, breakers curled up round the raft. Our dashboard. C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-78681946956008037362011-04-09T16:36:00.017-04:002011-05-23T01:39:29.805-04:00Yikes Sharing her song word sex. Hex to the double union. An auction an unjunction to freeze the unseen woman . Fresh from the powder room. She's roared back to the quay. Along the Paris
pier nothing but Poe in the pillars, pie in the sky, she's belted around the good bad and ugly, the goons.
Those way she's silver to the room and the moon's going in backward to her well. Her well-scene cage and C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-55295552861976567372011-03-22T19:30:00.002-04:002011-04-19T14:46:50.416-04:00Jacky and the cunning witch you one she is
This is segmental.
Come again you hearties. back to the land. and avenues of . whose legs .. covered . cobbed .. cobwebbed .
whose legs covered web
legs covered___________________She hates to read news along the strata of her bayou. She's roughed up her eyes then Ear. This is a troublesome pirate. A regular C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-79412677715485456082011-03-15T13:51:00.000-04:002011-03-15T13:51:36.232-04:00You start here
Because you breath like a nut. You screw the thing. Which tingles blind man. Samson and his gut. The rough wrench . Twinkled as a sky does lowering its cloud hastening the rich pasture dumping its seed. Find optimism on breath. As wreaths hoist their flags.
Can you see. Eyes get tinier. Athousand millionaires hold the . To mother and. In this fantasm the mother introduces the key C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-67707277616400961772011-03-02T16:43:00.000-05:002011-03-02T16:43:25.576-05:00As_________________
Blue as a river . Dark as a night. So the cloud . Bulk blue sky ask the anagram word. Of the
name . So the plateau rivers delivers its own self. Along the rink dark as the skater's legs,
and the ring between the sky and ocean ~ and lips over hips and the word as its vessel
ties fingers over thighs . and the ~
_____________________ Reaches C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-2963509298886845542011-02-27T00:10:00.002-05:002011-04-10T22:22:35.424-04:00.... has never been worse
Mona is worse than the Cantantians. They, at least, are only looking forthe Father. But Mona's looking for "daddy". Schizo-sisters of desire myass.
My ArSeing Lord
what's happend to the gambit
at half mast!
Mona's a jewel roughs up the pages of all ages. Camps on the bivouac of buttocks standing room only her only cope.
She's a trollop on the third degree. Here are the mends she's gotta take.Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-711019673086288072011-02-21T02:41:00.000-05:002011-02-21T02:41:03.610-05:00One of thoseschizoreneo @little wrote:--------- Characters in a framed narrative make ----- and her gang angry and upset, those who are not literalists read literally. They make false connections and make precisely the error they wish to avoid. A void that is not their's but a black hole she creates thinking Levinas will save her. Ah, she says, I am psychotic, tell me it is not true. But it's true, he the C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-37332400227076535072011-02-08T19:05:00.001-05:002011-02-08T19:08:12.816-05:00notion
we cld. get dirty here pretending. pretend it's a prose poem of ruinous proportions and we fucked all night . as i came in your _- over the the while rambling around Amsterdam Belgium France and other European capitals of pain
justify columns your ass was straight but not a heart but heart shaped asthe hatred the envy of woman the envy of woman her breathless admiration and hate of C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-10821781215644646702011-01-31T13:52:00.001-05:002011-01-31T13:52:47.469-05:00to do and
What to do? with this O heart?
'End. Now Franny G comes over with Mona and takes Jill home. Jill isvery ill, and in a wheel chair,or sometimes a cane.
That is love, that is
called love, and it is immanent, not out there somewhere.
. And so there was no space left after the great one had gone. Not even a particle, so we went for strumming on harps and transmissions of C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-18408507792957524262011-01-01T10:30:00.018-05:002011-01-05T10:37:21.183-05:00Jill and
Jill's horse drawn float, a category down the cartridge of like a new lover, a newel a novel. A pure pearl site.
Nothings justified everythings pleasure in she rose rose compose the note its off key rinse. Like a throat that has seen thing by thing its every lasting. Not the feminine clutch of its blind spot or the g noteround the finger of a hoodlum nor the knotting off woods that C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-33046705041331233172010-12-19T18:15:00.000-05:002010-12-19T18:15:12.860-05:00___________________HuShJill 's summer __ "you're a cheap date" or "tawdry partner" __________________________________MOna's undanceable bane withered the hour guarded by sunset"
_After the fracture " wrapped by the quota"
Mona's memory stock " buried by the boondocks"
A second rate resenter zippered whizzed by prose knackered cherry-trees.
Franny hands the
sunset galloped living room with no itinerant C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-7286479368079754262010-12-09T03:16:00.003-05:002010-12-09T03:21:26.483-05:00WhoooPPs
________________________________
Jill's remanded. She's wished for better days and wondering about her foxy knight. No word's been given to her . Hyperlinked she's knit between gold and silver.
Mona's become
cognitariat
Clean as ice creamspooned by riverssubpoened by quiet clear something to the hairrs breadth of her blindness becoming.
Her machine move smooth to its C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-83371334543759966742010-11-19T02:00:00.000-05:002010-11-19T03:11:16.245-05:00Is Avita? Avita Ron_el's my mother. Is Avita my mother? She sure as sure she is she's my other mother beside my . Simultaneous karmic reiNCArNAtion? She's my come . Or well she's a whale inside the drum of myself. Does she agree with this programme she's me into herself? her body's gone long to my side. As she's met my encounters several time. O well, it comes that way as winter does to its connecting. C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-87580015787038132232010-11-13T23:50:00.000-05:002010-11-28T16:45:05.833-05:00Thus she desists a kick in the arse MOna's wearig nohting but her cagoule and three thousand dollar underthings. Shes a splititng image for a whore updiced by the natural slack in her tits. OR BOSOM! as some darners might have it. Yet a slut's a slut and her whore house is always unkempt.
If idiom's her natureal bent she's a cart sans sand nor repent. Contrite as the monstgrance bitch she views fancy's campaign and range.
C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-24335399556326161592010-11-04T10:00:00.000-04:002010-11-04T13:29:46.618-04:00BlinkT
iptoe the trumpet! shot like a batoff a shovel? or something like this... O we forgot...
Dont be silly and remove your feet Edmonton:A n Allegorical city on the geographical one's rose and the anatomical nose ofthe expression of the lifting of the shamanistic Veda and the Upanishad's desirous sewing
He writes to his eternal internal diary Life is a big boom! with little spaces of love C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-85697242900140320382010-10-24T23:50:00.006-04:002010-11-04T13:34:06.987-04:00Should ween
Jill's 'overcome' her ugliness. It knocks her over. Her pants were tight as her cock popped out. She was wearing slacks and knickerbockers everyone pretending to be white. But white was not a difference wiped out in the pretence of its traces
White was a curse that had to be undone and moved off the slate of its exclusivity. What was really white was black and the taste of love.
She loves herC Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0Genoa, Italy44.4070624 8.933988944.1617944 8.4656969 44.652330400000004 9.4022809tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-68051875626827680702010-10-22T17:11:00.000-04:002010-10-22T17:11:40.855-04:00Owns Jill owns a hotdog stand and her in 'better' moments she's a raven between. Like what? O simile of solitude and disaster given the old crone wont'g o for the triune sake her dromedary and double armed love.
If she loved him she'd. And if she did he 'd . and then she'd and there'd be . Peace . Or pisces on 'earth' the shadow monger of the moon ~.
and no poet speaks about philocophy the C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-10440789729441805402010-10-16T01:20:00.000-04:002010-10-16T01:20:38.463-04:00She once had a
Round the knuckle she's cozened fair winds, ~ something like that old roaring gal business. Not a literary lift, but theft at its
dangerousests height ~ . forget forget her amnesia a belt of row after row of feet i n the parting rain.Its swagger stop by tools and god. That the one that gives up all ~ not the travellers of I cant handle winter. How heartless their ruthless C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-91368149409850072772010-09-18T10:00:00.004-04:002010-09-24T15:15:51.810-04:00The JIll revokes the Edict of Nantes. Naamaan shall walk the land: burning the forest borne. She hard heard the tune pikced trollope:_____________ Jill says this: the first time I was an ingot was . yes and before that embryo came along the cover of desposit, and bearing the slip of friend's cold ignore.she baited the bear rambunctious as any Roman . she by the sidereal waters a lover allusive to C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-68902457545359135502010-09-10T10:30:00.011-04:002010-09-14T15:05:28.760-04:00ambiance _______
if the ambling added up. then what spear of heart perpetrated its glance. no one knows this but the balance. you who have had bodies don't know about this. especially those of half measures_ if she calls its to summon. up along the retooled part. come along screwtape. yer name is chuff and rue. rue the . something. as Jill sees it. Nothing narcotic of this lament. Chew the . NotC Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-74289723505853508562010-09-06T02:51:00.001-04:002010-09-06T02:54:50.679-04:00She came:my fannyMy fanny!!: She came
where to?
here!______________________she did she? where and where did she? round the hovered bevel hedge? yer sur it was not Jill the angel her pants in class her angry glasses fierce flashing forward to her gone to the States body?_________
Jill and its the panic _romapantic thing. yes and dingdong thing thong belong and strong. The painting fool.C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-51300993849665615792010-08-23T17:30:00.000-04:002010-08-26T18:32:12.046-04:00fender_______________________S end this back right away. Mona's in trouble in the 'deep set' woods. Her set piece is a negative geology. And she 's cocooned to her show.Mona__shiver me tulips! Bending along the lover's bed _-smooth across the vertical horizontal ~ Wont these airs grace her snog___ snogging of the old woods! Belonging to every charm, she's bettered her pelf wrong and right, bearing C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-88967851761049369652010-08-22T02:29:00.001-04:002010-08-22T02:30:21.160-04:00Stone
Later when the dark went down, She met him| Oona promised everything but gave them ~ as wish wind friend dropping away of
________
C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-82458701936341845552010-07-27T14:50:00.003-04:002010-08-23T12:37:47.771-04:00these comic fictative ~__________________________________________________________________________________________
"sinema goget waitinfermovies" , "sisterdeley frannny monasinventor" , "siter mariahunkers buttockstheos" , "sop oclees yerknees" , "usedtobe sortof influence" , "ver terr ittory" , "Abelablecapababable neathenorth deistmachine" , "able country doctorofBWO" , "andyhandy man engineer" , "bach C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-65541131817631806152010-07-27T10:00:00.010-04:002010-08-23T12:34:52.624-04:00Mona promised ________________
Mona promised them everything but jived Chanel . if at the tip of the belvedere . She'd marched the happy bog and burrowed feet to its grifting canal.
jACKY climb the prisoners the maniacs and others wept like fat blueberries at the weak . Not again! she should learn her shakespeare before westward winging her bongo boots, wee fellows troubled by narrows and straits. or C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-82849358168733835652010-07-27T01:34:00.003-04:002010-07-27T01:39:16.727-04:00for now
You take Franny moon-eyed heaping up her miseries one at a time spending, mopping, washing, ___ No, not hushing but blushing at the waste and ingratitude of the paranoiac female machine self centered au bout de la limit and now
(and Franny's not female that way but becoming woman as wave flow furl farther to its latent pier)
with the cellular' contraptions and gizmos __ they canC Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-318699728919453982010-07-10T22:29:00.000-04:002010-07-11T01:48:25.131-04:00:Two storiesbovine bull.
______________ Who cares ?? what the campy followers of D and Guattari thought??
And who says, there is a Freud, beyond yer own excessively textualized reading of him. "said Jill, and walked off into the sunset of self-referential excess . Weary she undid her quote." Then Jill climbed to the top of Guattari and Deleuze and said : Behold Poop On Freud. And she read: In A/O Freud theC Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-39121794951865913562010-07-07T16:43:00.000-04:002010-07-07T16:43:17.651-04:00push date
Push dates and ink ring. the top soil. ring the two . and tower. as if it. approached. the sullen height of fame. So
Franny's buttocks framed the world of man.
and its sixty seven coatings of paint cumbered with thought and pestled mortar plaiting.
Feather its goose. Haggle its chesterfield. Come round your copperplate sidings. Along the fronting and back to genesis.
Something of these C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-22524187836815803232010-06-29T13:22:00.000-04:002010-06-29T13:22:43.888-04:00IfIf Mona finds holes it's because they're the sheer size of reality. Buckling along the thing, the past tense spat heels to the cuffing shoe, and ringing by its collar, each merry maker convinces the persuasive fact . Its being. Its being exists and the trolleys prove it to exist.
This way none have any bearing on reality fealty the dead drop and camgaign of the frustrated week and their freak C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-72570173031930448282010-06-22T13:00:00.000-04:002010-07-02T01:49:21.152-04:00fizzle No one has it not e ven the old bag. Harridan of the chop chop falk... something closer to nearer to its event its effect harried by lens and parried pews...
Jill comes home a 21 year old waitress waisted at her flickering domain dominion to her sole fault. None have reckonded on the harlequindade of romance!
Along the step of the bank... scholars in huddle formation geese honking their C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-18984415154573058672010-06-22T10:00:00.003-04:002010-07-24T13:57:36.229-04:00tintingle and its hot . tin turns burns years as the spell boundary lover. caught in borders and tenement popouts and cuts used by praxis riddeled agents of change to hope its reeking of love and the forest. and this way my claim is your claim. so love's cop soothing the wrinkles in time. buttering its matter with the forest sun the yellow gleam its
and then its as if something held
and she wore C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-37380686193022433682010-06-19T22:30:00.001-04:002010-07-17T01:48:31.307-04:00fresh__________________What happens reading Repertoir et differences! the deconstucted soul brother!____________________________________yes in 78 . it was .... yeah... and we came along to hear the guy speaking. again. his voice was hoarser.. no . we were weaned on pleasure the surplus value consumption trapped in 'ur solitudes.... before each day and night the Monday and Tuesday after... we flooded C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-2075251702463827632010-06-18T11:00:00.000-04:002010-07-07T16:36:05.396-04:00first button
is the orthodox unity . caped winged and catted. cougars and buggers. and merry den making. and off the wives. and heave the boulder. colder the feel tramp sprite light its nick spot weight. Not restless but going giving receiving loving available becoming.
So Franny's frank capitulation to truth told.
___________________________________She pushed then shoved yielded and the moment harriedC Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-22082364533863495362010-06-17T10:00:00.003-04:002010-06-29T13:25:06.700-04:00wrangle it_____________
Proliferate every moment. Ting touch ring. Between the verb... herbagee~ counting dusk ~courting musk she's wearing core clothing... nuclear vestments for her cage...
wrangle the feet tomtomtit dactyl to the bridge marionette its stage, becoming its feathery cope
round the edge of its flowerd haze ~
themes bend and unite ~ seeming to slink into the things an expressionC Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-74257328246549975562010-06-16T14:00:00.002-04:002010-06-18T22:37:15.064-04:00rink to play_____________________Rink to play. Think fury its parrot squeeze and the schizophrenic knees beneath the battering. Not will but pill making ... sassafras... grass... for the obscene berry ~ _________________________Jill's moniter . Thief to her begging food from assholes never lent a page in their lives.Jerks to the forward obscene harridan hags always righteous at their asshole's revival ~__C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-91380147328733409572010-06-15T15:53:00.000-04:002010-06-15T15:53:56.442-04:00if this (head) ache has no one_______________________
Manichean was not what .. she ccacacaarrredd for .. Not that way the sun. And moon . And. Its galloping height. ..
your dance god's swollen.. wanting... not wanting... getting... forgetting .. the lyric strain Orpheus lyric pyrrhic to his shed...c arefree... pyramid in the blazing sun...
Mona .. Lovers are thirsty so Mona the moon and and sun ...
_____________________C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-1307976203879796662010-06-14T10:00:00.020-04:002010-06-22T12:34:39.235-04:00tender Tender render the love's coon cocoon baboon its primal warp, the purpose days fuse hour's mighty thaw~ proliferate the thaw as alongside
the strata she's . and housing closer recline every slumber... Okay Jill moves on at steady clip . Marriage of figaro. Not a rest to between. Only the ones who 've seen the cute thimble of her wrecking...
If Jill spends 12 years it's because a doctor knows C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-47547019200636571692010-06-13T10:00:00.008-04:002010-06-22T01:54:26.026-04:00what ho___________________________
________________________Pom! Pom! Pom none has a wedding core as these rushed similes do in the parchment and wet waitiing ~
Hence you duckling of the cold sea's deaf bride . her briny soup'll oil your fair weathers, gushing beaches black shit of oil's barren brief. What hail and ho its prim weather signing the dotted sheet of crossed and I's. I's been the C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-25249931052938187652010-06-12T13:30:00.000-04:002010-06-20T22:40:05.983-04:00ointment unguent~allies and dominions. confederacies of filli'eren.
It was the forty seventh day of her request, the plateau of minding.
Texte ecrite et detourne._______________Over there Mona's face her breast. Camping ground other. Lip to suck mouth old mother's cow. The brindled toe of bidding donuts. Not cute hamburgers, plated lens, a nd other foster care ware yet renewed by the happenstancing riddle C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-70599828178553564532010-06-11T10:00:00.001-04:002010-06-20T23:17:19.020-04:00punJill's couvade was like any other. Unlike other any she was alliterate to literature. ligagature to her 'awesome' self. Wrangled by the part abstraction of the noun. And pressing on her presage parsnip she was cutaneous to her poison wish. Wishing on the thought its banishment fell. Out that road she's no distress for any but her self. And the empty of its full. Say coke bottles, empties from oldC Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-83546480100636232712010-06-10T00:52:00.003-04:002010-06-18T22:33:11.143-04:00musterCursory of the finger ~ Italianate fountain played for dead ~ rippin' its hulk. Buried the buster. Fluster to the cradle to the wind. Fat to its repeating silver lens. Calibrated to every run ~Curse of the fringe hanging bangs along the foreheard, forewarned by the poleax god hefted in a bard's idolatry ~ and bearingeliresssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssdlirea vowel cut OFF_______C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-49106851849278161722010-06-09T11:00:00.002-04:002010-06-18T22:26:48.758-04:00run tinRun tin and mustard oscitant in the morning sun over the field. Something of these line heading west. Come along your folly, tramping in the lane, before the sexy beloved object! Not of art but raw lust! Instinct ganging up! Oscilloscope of your legs and measure of your peat! So Jill's ganglion self. Ropery in the sand band. Came in the week. Call~an~to her faint winding bawdry... She had C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-36865137130706365892010-06-08T10:00:00.018-04:002010-06-17T01:17:16.635-04:00tentedTented clothed|Caesar case: madmen despot, signifier dictator. Fire hydrant . Samedi des morts ~ imagines the beloved friend knifing him Et tu? Et toi? Toi aussi? Tried Tyrant in his goose apple wheel, What oligarchic puper this the ages of barbarian babble?
Cease! her! _____________ pregnant tunnel of baby busting out sooner than ~ foreseen its cunning histrionic thing thing C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-70349987796965949592010-06-06T11:00:00.001-04:002010-06-09T15:28:09.637-04:00tunnel and funnelthe sun's gray loon. its purple ridge. the rippled wen. a shadow of wearing and beside the oriental mix the dusk rosing its sunset we ~yes to timber of forest. laminated wood and beside the would could factored to its dawn.
greasy back there at the oil of your ass. along the lodging forest guts of myrhh something there .. . animals and pated crowns, corniches to hide the brown a writer brooks Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-72632600035290062372010-06-05T11:00:00.000-04:002010-06-16T14:19:59.126-04:00stayedStayed byquote&Girdleas inhe could not remember her translated progressivegrammar of translation tense awkward steal of kiss and night. JIll wasmaybe when she was perhaps and yaps was like that anyhow. Mona was JIllone two and three in the arborescent tree: names and e NUN ciations werelike that: Fit for Furred Queens and Virgins on the edge of the Word madelightly she was soft on the hard Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-55407189729506259212010-06-04T11:30:00.000-04:002010-06-16T14:17:57.351-04:00adamiteStay your horses strugglers! shaving pints are what yer in need of...._________________________________________Things to write:Plateau::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Wszzzzzzzzzz a la Felix ____________________________________________ she was night when she spoke she was Orpheus and Jill was leaning down. _________________________________________ When Jeel red this she was GWa andClifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-83646171543605375612010-06-02T14:30:00.015-04:002010-06-11T00:50:58.653-04:00the canoe-----------------------------------------------------
the canoe's a Canadian thing... portage portaging roughing it over land... going a r ... ou n..d as the water... come s ...to a 'abrupt' ... ending... So it was and taking the long way .... 'round' offered this
reader... his 'fair' share of her wily roofs ... the rood of the god's higher... path... in france they aint got no canoes..C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-23536657091979756112010-06-01T13:30:00.002-04:002010-06-09T23:51:14.410-04:00fruitthe day has results for the love_r of the Chinese woman/Jill's threnody is a pop chart icicles rolling if they can be said to saddle their raddler's gulf! Gull eyes you torque the melody whispering at its husk bent to its tears the veil of her hair and
___________________________her hair's net that time at the cash O it sent Jack round the deconstructing vases of love. Love's buff carried itsC Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-62630876559219868882010-05-31T10:00:00.006-04:002010-06-09T15:25:23.353-04:00bucket and room___________________
Private number consumer collar. ringword todetach ...
ripcord ______fly wound ~ sale bait ~ hook worms colouring book.. nursery flavour... old manin his room outside she's darning his socks considering the beauty of her leg's shape. His curvedownard to fair star and ~
Mona never knows the difference. Lust he sung its ange sang blood sang its blood to cusp her C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-18793135299604746562010-05-30T10:00:00.001-04:002010-06-08T15:41:30.120-04:00france, dollar and the metropolis__________________dollar_if she's ethereal > its ebb night floward... money it's what does it the calibrate misery ... O hunger O this that and Mona's jewel thief's somber song... clicking over in snowshoing gear. What's fear that crumbles its castle that way but a trial lugging kidneys, spleen, guts, timber, elephants, Rimbaud, drawings of , erasers, __________gesso think of the painters! in Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-62983914027679428102010-05-29T11:00:00.002-04:002010-06-16T14:26:27.734-04:00rattle Jill writes:
and fast
"Jill shows
her sex part, this time its male to a male!
what is this mail of armour and sidekick?
was she the sidereal bitch of her own self
shimmy shimmy shake? was she the
imitator of her ass?"
if her ass is gold it's toil to its geyser talk oilof human suffering!she's the taffeta brillianceof sunshinearound the candle becoming cambriolet ~
None hinder this Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-79411446519765736872010-05-28T11:00:00.000-04:002010-06-07T12:55:31.591-04:00ring around the caller____________
Fathom the death rattle . Come along stare. Body to north. camber to east. rail by knighted
of these . no no knot the others, a tie around the neck. tattered shirts, ragged ties. She's ribboned her bows everywhere placing each thought with care. Narrowed her escape. Placing the talks ... thought perceptive gone in the heirloom of its catching...
Someone said who? who air Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-31811242576332936022010-05-27T10:00:00.013-04:002010-06-03T19:03:20.204-04:00call waiting andStationary centaur makes the machine round the lifted fork of the concrete pavement. Its solo bird fight a raucous din of things tearing off ... two hundred molecules? is that what makes the world... so? are you certain thus perishing its ship hold budding off the fur of its paradise gaining its foothold hourly .... humping off them waves busting back and breakwater to the heaving wake....
Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-66172777902314203462010-05-26T10:00:00.003-04:002010-06-05T01:27:22.314-04:00two ... (calling ) predicate ~Hush and wish darling . The night capture. Her care and by the lexicography of the multiply~ So Jill's baton is harried to the fur ... over the windlass the creeping vegetation... vivid and elemental she 's burrowed her fortune and none hear the cave the clandestine affair... Over the oak and the round copse what purposeful rune summers her thought and welcomes the day? She's worked her C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-72047045149337755362010-05-26T10:00:00.002-04:002010-06-03T00:31:07.589-04:00the one called educate if the one's two and cuttin' across the swathe of bodies then what becomes of the ebb of flow, and ode to leisure. In Prague you said she was smooth as long slim sliding silk. the aleatory was her favorite name. She came to camp and long . And then repetition a goose for going . And names. And other mattering by the shoring of pulleys and a woman's plaint. Plaiting her tresses as they say her Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-47535840413130819762010-05-25T11:00:00.000-04:002010-06-02T14:30:06.143-04:00will the unreal stand up Will it stand up like your damned smile?
All jobs gotta be shirked . I love her as a shirt loves the shape of the chest the body enveloped at its crying and want. Her hair, her breast pleasant . Like the sex her escaped . Clandestine as the transparency of her seeeing me see her.
For certain its stands and not phallocraticyet it smiles to her lovingroom ~. Guilded byherguiding C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-6713449426826016292010-05-24T10:00:00.000-04:002010-06-02T14:26:10.164-04:00this way for the real folks This way for the real folks . the lama bends forwaard shaking her wheel and tool. and the fog and fool of marriage wait. Artaud said it a long time ag o. O Dalai LamA!______Jill: dont pick on him! he lost his country! Franny: and what Artaud was a long time ago then to its athen. Mona : slippers on her signaling toe sailingher curve up the faucet of links and connecting . Blesses: No more Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-79067167929934104452010-05-23T10:00:00.001-04:002010-06-02T14:22:03.920-04:00Denier in flyer the Nile Mona's
a whore. A good one too. With much in her head of Slav and bust. Shes philosophy's all time harlot giving on when her garter's belt's gone. In the flume in the
-----------------------------------;like a hole in the head _ what a drama breath sigh ~
______________Marriage's for the birds. Which ones are the saying of the epic while its pattering thing overClifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-72602383800692198932010-05-22T10:00:00.000-04:002010-06-02T12:36:48.862-04:00to determine knight ____ _______________the asshole sun born with death in his pocket. what pick is this my lover? your pocket lover? come to change your arms.. . drapery of night and love.. .my body s lost ...___________________ Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-23449964419125317812010-05-21T10:30:00.001-04:002010-05-28T14:14:27.735-04:00drum__________ If she's married shes done for like a dog. a dog's like a metaphor. its whored four ways, and politics is the name of dogs. no one wanted war everyone wanted love, but it waned not though she was wining, no she wan! as the wanton drunk was. not to put to fine a point on it. eyes hurting where eyes were sore.in the pouring rain its joust and troubadour tournament and the wrecking of Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-35099479502626866292010-05-20T10:00:00.001-04:002010-05-26T15:24:56.423-04:00the night isThe night is a dog that harkening rambles around....like your beauty. ...barring all trespassers from. getting in. the door. its the way it clambers to its feet. foothold to the golden gate praying for its marrying son|Since Jill marries Mona its a shivaree all week, they're bundles of goodies godly things tucked in wraps and paper candles! up the stairs. lining the staircase are hidden and Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-61770228114018906692010-05-19T10:30:00.003-04:002010-05-26T01:32:04.278-04:00ficklelike any trickle (fickle) lover your sun avoids me.|Open your cave the air is breathy ~ spurns the instant hour coffee ~ so Jill and hillock packing herself the relievers parries the trade of fox-trot ~ rings and rings her neck the wide way brim her downy feathers to a goose prime down along with her. Jill? Mona a basket of furtive fruit in each paw. I never set clappers on her! you old bag. Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-88925548805315716022010-05-18T10:00:00.003-04:002010-05-25T23:25:04.354-04:00appearance disappearance apparently Concurrently disappearing the. Way Mona c arries on you'd think she was queen of thinking. but shes hot Buddhist instead . making her mark and placing her grammar in places it wont be hid. Obscured by curtains and muslin thoughts, she'd hurted the love she'd knew go bye. ? Go dry! go dry up! French freckles abound across her back acrostic of bra straps and welting woods. Flowers in JUne moaningC Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-10139444274023917602010-05-17T10:00:00.000-04:002010-05-22T01:37:38.210-04:00resting and resting appearing sank. And Anti held her hands by the swinging porch of her sweet assed thigh. of her lovers, none spoke this has been becoming to her fair wind teeth in the braced dawn crippled to the fast fairy, furious to dawn and its break fasting dusk of dusk to see dust to dust O fourth coming round the corridor
the rest is ink remaindered of the pasting canoe, and the proctors C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-50923926800361805792010-05-16T10:30:00.000-04:002010-05-18T01:37:20.088-04:00stank Did it stank Dido?
Inword it has along the skunk of your thighs, a breat aplate to lovers.
A hell fief of lovers, eh you dug out wench.Waitress to the seven guineas. and the punch drunk salvo of your name, slobbering at the unity of self and the devourer. Blank and the cottage cheese misses a misery , perish the punishing of its puling tide.
_______________If it's a marked deck of cards Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-68789697470099289102010-05-15T10:00:00.002-04:002010-05-16T00:25:11.134-04:00fortnightjnana_ the state of ..... Not marijuana! silly woman I love her thighs. if she had a glass pen she'd and then she'd yes, she'd glass ... glass... and penning his name everywhere... she''d love it there... his voice hers....
Tingle tangle her long hair. Fringed by the face. Its forlorn fustiness an alcoholic ravage. Plain to day its loving needed loving toits wrinkle and bare its plumage a capeC Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-73061323955449264412010-05-14T11:30:00.002-04:002010-05-15T01:06:13.532-04:00alwaysalways the spider web of your criticism the judge of other's energy & imagination their liberal love and great swerving creation. Yet this was not Jill but the enemy's bond ~ . the small matter of smaller men and their spite the pious priestly robes of the monk ~ the priest peevish castig desire to the west? yes, it was there the grappling strata of conviction right and hatted hate, from the Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-20865096836701927162010-05-13T11:00:00.000-04:002010-05-15T00:47:34.165-04:00rip cord____________
Take off that cord lent. Jill bent the pulling rake over her one eyed hip. stagger to the pullulating sun of becomings women. Indeed becomings lady was her penchant to the fun chanting giver of clover and green socks hill. If the stipulation commandered rearguard action then so be it~ AND let the hooting begin its bess that way and ghosts prowl the dark mid moment so three a.m Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-36161277549471348502010-05-12T14:00:00.001-04:002010-05-15T00:28:02.699-04:00rail and ring Because her places were slope places her hidden places buttery eyes, flickering tendering the loose personage of her hips and thigh. And her pale breast and and her pale fingering of the moon lips and the pale hour o f the evening as it gowned the frailing hips of the hour and because her pale eyes
and this and other words muttered into the phone as she wished he stayed where it was best on Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-27488859283950032142010-05-11T11:00:00.008-04:002010-05-13T15:07:51.090-04:00ring and halt if the fascist win and they do. She's poured kept oil over the backyard. The full body of the ocean cried its name bearing south heading for regions unforeseen, but the copping outs worked out tearing all their platitudes out to keep the masses from rising to love the labour of creation.a dog for spending soup and keeping your poor down.
So Mona became every morning because of her love lip Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-48617998161393980552010-05-10T11:00:00.001-04:002010-05-11T12:29:13.560-04:00come alongcome along?: where to: I accept: is that condign thing your box? plastic pickings for your graybeard hippy. and the river baffled bare and something . and . and then . no ! hold it, we're back to Germany 1978. stuff is happening we walk over the city of old nazi ruins and caches of hidden fascists feelings . somewhere over. yes, its where and how. they pumped them.... here were the beatings .Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-45134536415677238802010-05-09T10:00:00.001-04:002010-05-11T12:19:10.466-04:00For soothfor sooth the delayer of operators. and round the edging thigh, and the churning flesh boxed in its kennel. rounds the wedge burying the 'deep' knife at Dieppe. and cluttering along as any mite of flea and felled brook. O running stream odd its torrent and the calm cold eddy fishing out its back pack.and t he calm volute convey .. non, no the calm conveyers of tree. no, wanton, no walnut, re Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-13671798147758299312010-05-08T11:00:00.000-04:002010-05-10T22:37:03.016-04:00flaggingJill's muliebrity is the envy but not. It's the becoming of every lady lying London lion. Her states an aloysius desiring feminine.She's never bored or touchy but a quilted understudy of acumen acing exams like a tutor. Bored by mentors, she's mentioned each desire with love's box/- her supple limbs are legendary! men crawl before her bacon. As womanly she's become she's mid maidenly to a Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-52598553767023763592010-05-07T11:00:00.000-04:002010-05-08T14:24:26.094-04:00prepend Pending her review with the body without organs Mona cried the gypsy got my soul! her heart faster with every masochist molecule. Surrounded by dead homo molecules and disastrous lunatics and thenHunger's the big blackmail isn't it. Blackballed by life and travel documents. multitudes pray. on the pavement of freedom . the big words drop dead.____________The fastest molecule is your sawbone Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-25193469853395806022010-05-06T12:01:00.018-04:002010-05-08T14:25:52.483-04:00for the knight wasFore the Kn(nightnight)night was eristic common as a plate of adjectives and potates cereal to say gods in the planking. And cheese in the overewighted barriers. the blight of it s charm never ceasing the double kissing mouths of two her . yes, she was the sole and the fooling fishing of the anagram and the rink and core at the heart of a perceived love as t he emptiness stood each day. None Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-65589968296395142532010-05-05T12:02:00.022-04:002010-05-08T13:56:00.227-04:00every tom cat________________For every chevron Mona has a verse. Transverse over here mouth across the eyes of the men and women marching ~Every cat has its day. So the gases are yours the death. Mocking assuage allude conclude the unconcluding amnesia of your indirect forest .she calls this one coward pontification her way thru a small misery in the name of a larger while the idiots bay and the lambs beep Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-68126422136525725742010-05-04T11:00:00.002-04:002010-05-07T12:43:04.463-04:00repair renewMOna said vamoose when he made love to another woman. She thought she . Knowing difference was identical to living similitude. It was knotted pine floors along oak tree. and the gentry do very well for themselves the Empire collecting their flowers. and the woman lie and whore. as alway. double fat . triple chine lieth the liver. and kidney pie baked the gods. gobble gobble cheek west by east C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438556.post-44636684234709533212010-05-04T11:00:00.000-04:002010-05-04T13:07:29.363-04:00three_________________________Mona answering the ringalong speaking. Her tentative growing power nearing its fruitful end ~Fucking three there is better than one tree. or any tree! damn everglades and hardened breast of telephone women. Hello h... hello yes, hello... excuse me you gotta light.. itch darkness of night... young hunkers down in the lane..thus franny's marriage to the starkness of theC Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com0