Friday, September 04, 2009

Jill wanting


ill wanted to know her name: her name was Geology. And the sphincter was the habit.
Covered by its mules.

Of these . She bore her will.

---------------------------------------- carry a fiction as furthest . as furthest to its . start? no its shell . and harp? well, mayhap its thee solo . come again. Pardon moi . Mona can't hear the rocket ricochet of the accident. She's held substance all her life. Her life is all her substance. Nearer to anything breathing she's.