Monday, December 14, 2009

say idiom

idiom's chain is for the cheats. the hook and fish down the Seine. its where the tawdry ones sit, primping their proper papers prayin to get into the tour eiffeel. what a farce! an arabesque of frilly and wilful kneechoppers. goes beggin' the question.

and this was the age of reason. the detail of love, deism and infinite fortunes of love.hanging on her every word ...shagging the lakes pelting the wings.. the marooned boat, and the straw hair her twisted pubic .. boarding the boat of the body as it's made and unmade and the gangsters and bitches are sent home the cold ones that cant and wont speak neurotic to the pious pretend degre

This Mona and her swigging ...