Friday, March 10, 2006


Addicted to your furniture a future of maze. Maid marion was trollope to his future in shouldered pessimistic wheel, or couch, or what was shrinking in the wind, the sitting room, the silk tasseled couch, the parlour of its veins, a chuckle led by ear to dead dame's hangout.

Thursday, March 02, 2006


Jill hod carrier need a place? here: christian , yer allegory tankard, not needed elsewise, alamanac to key the place up, the algae the frites-Alors, and skirts on her ass, she was swept to his knees, her lip around a page of text to his verbal come to my latitude leman of river bedding the fork in wood.

Her cannot space its bar too far occluding the fact of its existence, relic to each and every knave bear to her conspicuous worry. His sickness. A fling to forth geography pools gazed dumb catatonic to his trancing. Poet workign her cock was his cock to mouth slake.