Tuesday, September 15, 2009

schizo craft ~

In deed dear her craft knew her bowing. These ropes of flight tawning their brainy cord. Come

hither monkeys! death was crying lambasting the tiniest fracture tune. Not a fiendish friendly

nape to caress the stone. Stone knew backward was the glance payed . O the birds O the spiritual Oppose the cry and let s not pretned cries Franny Josephine must go! Must be Gone!