Monday, November 27, 2006

love

Eros. Eroos. eros. such a whacky fire. morning is huzzah on the banker's win. Down to her pedal far of its ruin. Shake of its tea. Ombudsman to her budding . Or is it bud. Was lonesome to her lode star. This thing carried far to reach its gaming. Amble to the rock wait on the edge of the field. Thensome. Thensome sank a coffee right down her throat.

Thus was Jill dryad.