Tuesday, November 10, 2009

salt shaker

The slattern sky and salt shaker have their moments. Mona has her's in the air, rare as the wound that bur
sted from the side of the Christ guy. Gyre round his neck cutting beveled spare ribs to Adam Eve and the Satanic packing .

Jill sees everywhere Jesus compound in the cosmic toilet flusing the flotsam jetsam
off into the sewere. A catacomb for catatonic refernces, hebephrenic flight, and if she's lucky two way tickets to boot camp and back. A lucky girl is she.

Memoirs of an idiot.