Sunday, December 03, 2006

fiexed posting over herE and Here

Over herE and Here it was goin the sea washed hair glaring flooded and fixed__ indeed yes fixed, cut, goofballed, gunnysacked __ air weft _ con'trait' flipping good. Walk to of, clack to jam of white nights snow fording __ some thing as privateering does _

campd pride selving _ spindle winks!



'Fanny, don't bum my tits, you braggart! Infantile trains and derricks to ramshackle yer hoists, infernal conates sisphyean swish anatomical rapscallions. English is her e_name and love's biting ass her tame ruby-shipping rump. Hunkers to slaver over were the boys pantalons. Not mister nymph and her eleven by forted hexameters....'
ed on your ass. Jill hushy to her hussy willingness! shush yer scandalous mouth of diamonds . A jocund tart was better than none. A sandalous lesbic speech armed with plates, cups, upward standing houris. Low buttocked high buttocked sheer weighted the swayed hipping of her enjoinment. Restart camp once more, myrtles and Agamenonon. Nononon. Yes yes yes Come all me triolets, triplets to your wrong

trebleclef my eye! clouts Franny hovering the wings buzzz buzzzz something as that zzzzzzzzzz in the sound .
More anon good booknook. your shell fish have feet
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okay heave

Okay! heave cutlass its brink to ready the earning dollars segment of your wheel. harm's way gone the past shares of twisted deposits coke bottles on the furniture. glee to their denim. Franny forgets a bodywithout pleasantry is library cooked for gone gone gees

Is that try tympanum you're clearing, in
your stethoscope lister of swing sharks clamour of bean stalk up the yueltide chair.

Saturday, December 02, 2006

gymnacope the second[E]

Agog! my boy its called agog! with it. More shall farrow. More feet. Its .

Yet.

Huddling its fire. Stow .

Friday, December 01, 2006

a better of green hope

Baize, a golf course, a bottle of green hope, bootlegger, not licked to seven seas, when bending prays chart their course. not a singular sense of believing but more of its booming as when a child finds a god lancing the creed, knowing full well the time's come for leaving and the summer saunter has bended its intelligence gentlemen covet its force Earsheard the narrative had its becoming fissured to something fine a furze over pastures moorings unlent to its subject hopping a ride south to the maze and the gods are not an institute but a coarse cloth wearing a cape really learnt at the doctrines of presenting rage.

And some thing opens the door, a grace put by pillows, not cold by winter's hearth a first commenncement stelae and igneous hearing the carry noon and the star

Jill knows this sex's her thigh climbed to her love one_ two. After querying the place.

At an unplanned preview camps on the strata like any ball bearing bays the rue and sunset of royals.

She zing
She zing
She zing! the place

as Antioedipus