Sunday, September 06, 2009

then


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Franny could 'smell the gun" peering into the crystal

ball of sniffin the air around her coming times
.. Mona cld. take of f yr socks
without taking off yr shoes


-----------------------off those shoes, go snooze. the pear melting in yr handsome. tray as wish to any each. her bleach can't reach this low. stir lower welter. cameo strunground the breath. this way you go.


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over the plateau and she line them up. this then those according to each their daily bran. not wheat, but swept leaving in the face of the floor .

then summmer's wept by the experienced god ~



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