Monday, November 02, 2009

Limbs of Halo



Sweet pucker! Sass mouth~

In this way timid pilgrims bicycle their way along to the top, at the rivertide, the rapiers gleam, the repair men wait. There's room! there's room, come my lovelies, my workers, my producers, and consummate glovers of dear love.

If she spells f.u.c.k it's only for love.

The feeling geese honk! Scudded by the lanes of the sky.


________________ By the hollies the double bodies sat. ... In the hazelbough, came the rum humming bees.