Monday, May 29, 2006

thir d time sex

third time reading guattari
they did it in her living room
kids at school
hubby's out for work
cripple gets horny
calls lover fuck boy
come on Over Suckah Ineed a lay to keep my creative juice worked up. She sucks him off in 'living room' or parlour as the fancier name it. She lick his checkers. Meantime dildo up her arse,
her eye falls on passages of Chaosmosis, the emtpiness of becoming, Empire, Reversed Organ without
Body, Glas, Where the Wolves Howl, early goood books for coming mothers, Shit as Nutrient, Lies of the Founding Father, How to Cheat your Friends and Ruin Lovers, Dictionaries and Quotations, What is
a Gutter, the second step, copping out on friends learnin to use your obssessions to advance your ambitions, even if it is a petty career, choosing the word Love as a slow ticking implosion thereby killing, in time, said recipient of this poison. She felt his cock fork dig in her arse, her ass felt like shitting ,a s it was shit most up inside her arse. Came he shot his load, his load, gross pornographic gue of shit and cum in her arse, she
knew Love was Shit. Popped it out she farted, belched her gross beedon stank of it .

She sent out for groceries, mens heads and womens innards. She was the whore of Kentucky, whore of Kentucky Chicken.

Heaves head up gawking at the guy she just about just fucked coughes, pukes on his shoe , welfare, boguht sucks his cock, again, she's not shy now.
Her middle class skin and gallery fed eyes hacked by the blindness shiver his cock shoots he scores her mouth spattered again. shes a piroutte porno slut.

How can his cock 'fork' her arse, she wonders. Her paper thin ass has no holes, is purely electronic, so when she gets bone cancer one day wonders what the hell is happening.

He slams the house, books fall over, she eats the come pukes on books. waits for the whore to arrive,
the other whore, whose name is fulginous, grace, prophet, robed, clut.

thir d time sex

third time reading guattari
they did it in her living room
kids at school
hubby's out for work
cripple gets horny
calls lover fuck boy
come on Over Suckah Ineed a lay to keep my creative juice worked up. She sucks him off in 'living room' or parlour as the fancier name it. She lick his checkers. Meantime dildo up her arse,
her eye falls on passages of Chaosmosis, the emtpiness of becoming, Empire, Reversed Organ without
Body, Glas, Where the Wolves Howl, early goood books for coming mothers, Shit as Nutrient, Lies of the Founding Father, How to Cheat your Friends and Ruin Lovers, Dictionaries and Quotations, What is
a Gutter, the second step, copping out on friends learnin to use your obssessions to advance your ambitions, even if it is a petty career, choosing the word Love as a slow ticking implosion thereby killing, in time, said recipient of this poison. She felt his cock fork dig in her arse, her ass felt like shitting ,a s it was shit most up inside her arse. Came he shot his load, his load, gross pornographic gue of shit and cum in her arse, she
knew Love was Shit. Popped it out she farted, belched her gross beedon stank of it .

She sent out for groceries, mens heads and womens innards. She was the whore of Kentucky, whore of Kentucky Chicken.

Heaves head up gawking at the guy she just about just fucked coughes, pukes on his shoe , welfare, boguht sucks his cock, again, she's not shy now.
Her middle class skin and gallery fed eyes hacked by the blindness shiver his cock shoots he scores her mouth spattered again. shes a piroutte porno slut.

How can his cock 'fork' her arse, she wonders. Her paper thin ass has no holes, is purely electronic, so when she gets bone cancer one day wonders what the hell is happening.

He slams the house, books fall over, she eats the come pukes on books. waits for the whore to arrive,
the other whore, whose name is fulginous, grace, prophet, robed, clut.

second time

second time they did it in a truck
their fuck.

cheap ham radio, not ham 's their 'background' even the stink of their arses, permeate the air. of the junkyard babe. junkyway ward step 's not a cropped cripple's

path.

O chunk of
body peeps


.
Salamander of copy.

first time

first time in as many she shook his head
.



oh it was a sowing hour of their lover's body

.
two in one in the one of two its makeshift gown
their face of love's lusting paradox and parody
some cluttered thing was razing their heart
.


later walking by the elm
she handed him the idea, the , an idea of her body
as a cave he concealed his fruit in.
the occident pressing of their past
futuring its deemed moment, now.

Sunday, May 28, 2006

on

on the eighth ofits moment they ate apples,
sharing hair, clippin clean river

cape and breeze to refresh its hour
glass
close to the paper of
her skin

just the other side
of his holding

her hips


near into his
at the bicycle

moment of time over red river and road
hurrying to the stand in the waitingwings of their time. Above the stairs carried
crude Justice bearing the scale of her dumb ass jewelry
he said no _ she hemmed hawed her laughter around his rolling visage


Saturday, May 27, 2006

was

Was it around your arms I held you?
he asked

overing the asking of its heart
shuttle-cocked to the sky
creamy as the towering window

hearing her sigh


here.


there.


betweening her knees and his
they clapped hands as lovers
do

&

and they do

.

Friday, May 26, 2006

contin:tales

contin tale of fiction rebate
prelate of lock luck and other things that .
not. it. what shy of rack resents her ruin?
is how shall it take the thing from its willow spoon?

of citing fictioning machining its hypertext romance
her room where leaning the oval pillow the sable
of guests to usher and her handy trick
or betrayal as candle light

then rucks to the face
shoulder hefting
its earthly glance

. is this ugly misshapen thing your you?
here before him, the Antioedipus plays organ pipe

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

She am fiction itself (selves selving ...) tootoo

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Fictions of Deleuze and Guattari@2000
Clifford Duffy
_____________________________

I am fiction itself

__ and

so she was itself, Mona in adumbrating upbraiding comic of the statuesque
trilled its pintle along side of the bakery where she's hung over
looping the terrace of its periwinkle.


Now is that a faucet, or a maxim?
an aphorism or some cult of the becomings return?

+


_______________



them their numbers is the mini--plates, or plateaus and (not the
aristotles which are the Ari-Stotle stratas. Now this is from a part of my
Dis sertation.

Regards, Mona____ Clifford Duffy

Re-Asigned Jill

One lady jack of jill her jack of christ!
take a powder then!

get with it,
the plateaus are breakin at
break neck speed
you stiff necked dogs!
yer lousy hearties!

Sunday, May 21, 2006

Fanny am fiction itself (selves selving ...

Fanny am fiction itself

__ and

so she was itself, Mona in adumbrating upbraiding comic of the statuesque
trilled its pintle along side of the bakery where she's hung over
looping the terrace of its periwinkle.


Now is that a faucet, or a maxim?
an aphorism or some cult of the becomings return?

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

prophet no profit

Not the fit mouth to rave her rantings, and scuzzy down her cute ass, or shining nape, and grapes of cost, salary and calibrated knock downs, or the way, it twisted her ankle, and he whipped her arse, shining on the god, staring on her steps and pavement glance, of its four thousand house captives. Not this and the statuesque, or the idle , the share cutting past sheaves and corn braces, or the banking camp with its field glasses, or the hunger guitar and finger gift of the lover, the exercise with a bible in hand, nightly, the microscopic glasses,


she being a sexy lover of choice and desire, becoming Rimbaud`s daughter`d not seen the hek of a lot of others in her face, or the preface of its breath, I held in my hand her heart, its staving meme. or something. I cant see, this body of mine which is hers, its neck is broken, not simply by the elements of its moon, sun, or the earth ditty abound her mouth. was that language fit for a grammar, a lexicon of sitting wolves, and death knaves which spoke.