Friday, February 23, 2007

mona ThE

Mona the hyperthryoid Marxist. Sillies her dialogue with beaux-de-champs leaning over
hard capes,jar and knap. Or As in knee cap crinkling her blocked sheet, her personifictation. Selving is what she said was night her wrapping her gown my burnous head. She her feeted to mocking bid bird to solo its actingesque love bemused beflowerd as rain would chopping along the wind. To flour seas.