Tuesday, August 04, 2009


Is it true (and tried) that Mona was a dwarf, that Jill a becoming midget genius rang her day in bordello and Franny Madame to keepers kept her quick eyes keen?

No matter no . It mattered her manner to _ mouth her skizkompany crawler. Her stroller round. the begborhood. . not the secrets of welfare laden resentment. knot her the warp of its clinging bureaucracy

Was She tomtumbette to a starving skinny city?