Sunday, October 01, 2006

was rain

'Jill her seethe'

her grown there is no home, streetless, streetheart, smile to her gape-teeth, tethered, herky-jerked by spastic and cut-rate, whore as the snore of Gulliverette, cape clasp to the wrecking ball. He covet her dare dingle dyad. Not so, is Mona, a share forest. but lover's lock, in bounded beat. Of the air of command, suggest her fob a tray to hurl humans in.

That was that of calcium forge a piano key, forewing to her coarsest miller. Nada to handy-andy fellow, speed to her specious jingo. Page of what was her breast, touching on his eyes.