Friday, December 11, 2009


Mona grief-ridden struck with a certain doom fore to its merit cuffs the manning sheets and the iron weed bedded to her property.

Jill pausing at the finest time to feel out the tracery and the whole myth. Combining its weather makes the ciborium a place Lent is collected. Not the single trust of many ... but a phrase's machinic privacy its producing engines.