Wednesday, December 02, 2009

tonight everyone's holding out

Jill heaves her brain. Carrying the stick, its rough edge weft to her cane and cain is just the able of the othering half of its wicked wit, its lip hip shit.

Marching quarry to 'end of counterpane' encountering Venice first time. The piazza. In this way she's during the night its speedboating of lover crafting. Symbol to its sacred list.

Listing the canal's face wicked as the tender pearlgray of after. Is that a mist a mystical? Come again silence. The 'deep schizo repose'our friend Lenz in the mountain. After swarming the restless plinth ~ .