Wednesday, September 20, 2006

your bending noon

On the south shore of your dressing it was this. Glimpsed in the nethermost fairground. she finding his body at the end of a theory of still otigraphs _ or some affair mild mannered as caring fatheer prattling pirates are prone to becomings. Excuse this larme of tear based basalt. Gather down into the geographies of patter conating .

becomings blossom! As dull as suddenly sobbing Fanny wounds the ass of gold Gilhead merging south with north the desire plane foreheard time out of all will, its buried narrow pate not a guitar a future of strong strings clasped a wrist, starving a wheat. She is knighting her catatonic shiver to his spine.

Of these and those she know a place.