Sunday, December 19, 2010

___________________HuSh

Jill 's summer __ "you're a cheap date"   or "tawdry partner" __________________________________MOna's undanceable bane withered  the hour guarded by  sunset"


_After the fracture " wrapped by the quota"


Mona's memory stock " buried by the boondocks"


A second rate resenter zippered  whizzed by prose knackered cherry-trees.
  Franny hands the 


 sunset galloped living room with no itinerant intent to cleave
(Something to do with ecosOPhs Metroplitan swings and the voice she does:MEGAPHONE

She's held  breezy tunes



 ____________IF you walk to her intensities its hefty____________muddy a scapegrace?
She's in Greece holding the darling socks before her every daily geese


she wore the head backwards
carried plate to supper

reeled by Platonic grayhair
her romantic Socratic father did no ill
bearing no bode
to blossom

'her misunderstaning'

Jill withholds
her deterritorialized
space

carefully ~ 

_______________________






Thursday, December 09, 2010

WhoooPPs



________________________________






 Jill's remanded. She's wished for better days and wondering about her foxy knight. No word's been given to her . Hyperlinked she's knit between gold and silver.




Mona's become 


cognitariat

Clean as ice cream
spooned by rivers
subpoened by quiet  clear  something to the hairrs breadth of her blindness becoming.


Her machine move smooth to its skeleton skeptical key path  ~  Root to the division
of one she's doubleher money, triple the honey eyed ooze
of love's dicta

blended to her far star,
______________________________






Friday, November 19, 2010

Is Avita?

 Avita Ron_el's my mother. Is Avita my mother? She sure as sure she is  she's my other mother beside my . Simultaneous karmic reiNCArNAtion? She's my come  . Or well she's a whale inside the drum of myself. Does she agree with this programme she's me into herself? her body's gone long to my side. As she's met my encounters several time. O well, it comes that way as winter does to its connecting. Or her glasses, my mother. The Bum.






(worship and adore
)


She's writes very side to her big. So Jack holding her there spells the name of suicide. Inside Suicide is a very big bad. A gold allegory. That is why , I mean how come Avita is the one , she's the one 's got the hold . on the Gold. In the Fa _ Gallery . Gl_Flagrant denial. We wont use tha t speech here. Even if we cant keep up  ~ the wound's she blest in her behind she's left behind   ~ .

Somebody hasa  home. I dont . I live in Paris. between the bridges over the pasted London work of 'Sohohoho town.
A guilty ___ is nothing better than this.


Some say the day of transgressing 's over.

But I tell you, I Mona of the 24 itiches and my cock's itiching . I emnated, I mean her cock's itching-- that for every Sunday there's a Saturday Satryday . Okay guilt free. You watch the harbor docks. but let me tell you the day o f transgression aint over. Honey. its barely begun started stunk. we gotta to learn to leave blank. THe bLaNKS! Shouting Jill! you tory slut. Its' got chaotic.

 Bold as any shirking catatonic knight toward the river end of something influential and deathly like. Like she was weaving me. Anyhow, I'm her son and she's my sister. i think that's it She knew it the second(e) I set EyEsOn her . Face and glasses.

_________Come back for more balance sheet.
I am Her brother. No I am her son. No I am her loverr. I live here in there in her. I live there in Her_ Here ~ !~ you got it Jill. Keep your closer Avita.

______________________MOna's coming home on a motorcyle. Readingthe lawrence of grave. Not the Seventh Pillar of its wisdom or its aesthetic stone. But the weird pyramid of wife     ~. jack goes home to find. Jacky's in her stasis. that's the meaning of this stone that hurls its bottom beween the weed. Grieving gushes . of it and other thing.


So whence it became this love was her affair or no. Questions asked.

____________________Period the end.
_____________________Disjuncting my lover   ~ 



_______________________

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Thus she desists a kick in the arse

 MOna's wearig nohting but her cagoule and three thousand dollar underthings. Shes a splititng image for a whore updiced by the natural slack in her tits. OR BOSOM! as some darners might have it. Yet a slut's a slut and her whore house is always unkempt.




If idiom's her natureal bent she's  a cart sans sand nor repent. Contrite as the monstgrance  bitch she views fancy's campaign and range.


Shes got a flange she uses daily  to take her trolly fort and back fort and da her dadadada. Something of these has remained. Le remainee de l'exquisite corpse. She used to be a surrealist . In her spare time, she was a motors salesman and chairman of the board. All things to all men, and more to women too. As if she was the which that reigned every whomsoever. Writing in English, pretending French and Italian. Bitter woes to her toes!


The blonde whore fucked her by.She was thought and though, her flanks to chin inthe dare dark salesman. A Chevorlet Impala would do merited fists and wrong.


Thus she heard these matters.



Thursday, November 04, 2010

Blink

T

iptoe the trumpet! shot like a batoff a shovel? or something like this... O we forgot...




Dont be silly and remove your feet Edmonton:A n Allegorical city on the geographical one's rose and the anatomical nose ofthe expression of the lifting of the shamanistic Veda and the Upanishad's desirous sewing



He writes to his eternal internal  diary    Life is a big boom! with little spaces of love between. I hopeto see you on Sunday. 

Cheers says Mona frying flying! in from London Paris and Rome.


Sunday, October 24, 2010

Should ween



Jill's 'overcome'  her ugliness. It knocks her over. Her pants were tight as her cock popped out. She was wearing slacks and knickerbockers everyone pretending to be white. But white was not a difference wiped out in the pretence of its traces

White was a curse that had to be undone and moved off the slate of its exclusivity.  What was really white was black and the taste of love.

She loves her beautiful ugly submissive and the trails of. Its round taste  kept yonkers and  then bounders shy away . Tergiversation was not her strong point. She's a lover hussy  buckle belt and straw cleets don't make a claim's difference. Shedded by ramps and gears, she's toenailed each hobnailed boot, and her cacolet's job's not getting easier. If you had an ass you'd see what she meant. What yardstick over her impish backside led this route along a garden clear. Not a close or  near in the Oxford pinbarn. An animal becoming  for each torch known unknown and reknown.  if she's a book it's as play by play action polyamourous as the mud and moondry huddle.

Does that please your curiosity? She took her cock in his mouth laying back the plateau of her budding pleat.

O  Moan O fry! O heat! O burst! 

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Fanny on the phone: take me doggy style while you readthat passage from the .....she's winking as she says it her skype ordained precious zones prepared to go   ~.


Rattle her cage. 

Send the e-reminder and bus her home. 

THen mails will come as orgasms do playing their role anon and anon.




Friday, October 22, 2010

Owns

 Jill owns a hotdog stand and her in 'better' moments she's a raven between. Like what? O simile of solitude and disaster given the old crone wont'g o for the triune sake her dromedary and double armed love.






If she loved him she'd. And if she did he 'd . and then she'd and there'd be . Peace . Or pisces on 'earth' the shadow monger of the moon   ~.


and no poet speaks about philocophy the way you does _________________Photocopy!

Meet me toonight doublearmed we'll have sparse fields to wonder your four breasted . And the canopy of love. and its only desiring.

__________________
In Berlin the gypsies and bisexual woman roped down the    ~ thing desisted of her desiring arms,
and boxes   ~.

______________________________________________________________________________



Saturday, October 16, 2010

She once had a



Round the knuckle she's cozened fair winds,      ~  something like that old roaring gal business. Not a literary lift, but theft at its 
dangerousests  height    ~ .  forget forget her amnesia a belt of row after row of feet i n the parting rain.Its swagger stop by tools and god. That the one that gives up all     ~ not the travellers of I cant handle winter. How heartless their ruthless unbecomings .




she once ha d a carriage the rich woman pained by her guilt and stop in time. She's a bore no a boor in the craftiness of its shamefaced privilege. No place for love in this choosing.


A word inevitable for invention rewarded  intention.


___________________________




Saturday, September 18, 2010

The

 JIll revokes the Edict of Nantes. Naamaan shall walk the land: burning the forest borne. She hard heard the tune pikced trollope:_____________ Jill says this: the first time I was an ingot was . yes and before that embryo came along the cover of desposit, and bearing the slip of friend's cold ignore.she baited the bear rambunctious as any Roman . she by the sidereal waters a lover allusive to aloof punching bag. Sherlock to her Dickens and hope to her muck racking swine


then holding her breath she pulverized the moment. A minute to late and the leafs fell, the Nazarene gadarene  headed down. Haddock to their refined lisp.

not particularly queer but not especially jocular either Salvation Army Captain's wife. O the angelus was 

and then she said when two vowels go walking the first does the talking. She was the word blessed word caught by her feet in the hemming grown. Knowing she was wrong only made her guiltier thinking she knew .  Have you battled any monsters lately ? What toothless gummy bitches were they rubbing their raw claws and hagasses on public transit.


In Transist she felt the merry drouth_ (Franny: transist is the transvers _al of transferenceinference). Tell you where to put a . 

A real alcoholic would storm the temple .   Not some lazy transcendence asphysiated on the earth's gravitational pull. All those backward bastards and their resentment. The earth is great ! indeed! its the pisspot of the universe!  But immanence, the character (the charter) was running wild or leaking quick, or pushing hills in the spaces of the outer relations between earth and its butt walkers. It's something like that. And narrative too.


So the simple thing is give rashly and blindly, the   chain flying  . and their friends the editors of . city desks . o yes. O yea. keep the signifier goin' what you reap and sow  ~  Snow  ~ .


if she's got an ass it's to give to him _ his ass to hers is a double portioned blink on the spine of proportion.

Friday, September 10, 2010

ambiance

 _______




      if the ambling added up. then what spear of heart perpetrated its glance. no one knows this but the balance. you who have had bodies don't know about this. especially those of half measures_ if she calls its to summon. up along the retooled part. come along screwtape. yer name is chuff and rue. rue the . something. as Jill sees it. Nothing narcotic of this lament. Chew the . Not a mouth missed.


Numen: her best c
apture
aperture ~
if her best

shadow copes shes's s's zany? Come along mathematics! be your brilliant pelf! Yorick to a trouncing .!~ Huff your mule  ~ Shadow of cross. Passing the remnant. Revenant you say? Come bliss breast sucked to 'finest' bust. Not a pith worth saving . over the navy feet, the clawed hammer of its loose limb.




_________



Monday, September 06, 2010

She came:my fanny

My fanny!!: She came

  where to?
here!______________________she did she? where and where did she? round the hovered bevel hedge? yer sur it was not Jill the angel her pants in class her angry glasses fierce flashing forward to her gone to the States body?_________
Jill and its the panic _romapantic thing. yes and dingdong thing thong belong and strong. The painting fool.

Monday, August 23, 2010

fender

___________
____________S end this back right away. Mona's in trouble in the 'deep set' woods. Her set piece is a negative geology. And she 's cocooned to her show.

Mona__shiver me tulips! Bending along the lover's bed _-smooth across the vertical horizontal ~ Wont these airs grace her snog___
snogging of the old woods! Belonging to every charm, she's bettered her pelf wrong and right, bearing her strait carry. Should a friend die she's always there to lift his spirit. Pile a pillow, finger a rainbow, proffer a cuppa.... Drag those green bags to the spirit world. Heft them shoulder boulders to the left bank. Off you go then! in the hand of the greater power ~ .

Since she's given her ball to the magic loom it's pearl sweet on her fair .


Jill hays the day . Marries the sheaf its becoming rose cool colored buttocks ~ and her sex to his ~ up as a trumpet . ~
_______

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Stone




Later when the dark went down,    She met him|    Oona promised                                                                everything  but gave them    ~ as wish wind  friend dropping away of 



________


Tuesday, July 27, 2010

these comic fictative ~

_______________________
___________________________________________________________________


"sinema goget waitinfermovies" , "sisterdeley frannny monasinventor" , "siter mariahunkers buttockstheos" , "sop oclees yerknees" , "usedtobe sortof influence" , "ver terr ittory" , "Abelablecapababable neathenorth deistmachine" , "able country doctorofBWO" , "andyhandy man engineer" , "bach andhermother daughterofgender" , "bitterbuttershrive usedtobesinbut sometimedesirewalker" , " eurydice fretlinger fetlock" , "calmer thanyouandher kidschiz" , "clear still parniture" , "deleuze fran moona" , "Felix Guattari"

"fictionsof cd" , "grass of china"
, "hereader diss hereaderssthere" , "hulsen beck fantasiticprayer" , "jill franny" , "saint joan etcetera esquisite " , "Rain false x" , "laundry yers andmineshoes" , "lizzythegoodone goodfaith seenhisface" , "mister plateau" , "mona`s home maiden made at" , "mysymphony nadadaorcanadada itsthefifthmovement" , "nietzsche the one" <,"usedtobe'>nietzsche@lists.village.virginia.edu>,"usedtobe sortof influence" , "sinema goget waitinfermovies" , "sisterdeley frannny monasinventor" , "siter mariahunkers buttockstheos" , "sop oclees yerknees" , "nietzsche the one"


, "mister plateau" , "mona`s home maiden made at" , "mysymphony nadadaorcanadada itsthefifthmovement" , "laundry yers andmineshoes" , "lizzythegoodone goodfaith seenhisface" ,  "jill franny" , "st joan of stockyardings" , "hereader diss hereaderssthere" , "hulsen beck fantasiticprayer" , "grass of china" , "Finex Latattari" , "fictionsof Mona faFranny"  , "deleuze fran moona" , "calmer thanyouandher kidschiz" , "clear still parniture" , "bach andhermother daughterofgender" 'seen this one before'
, "bitterbuttershrive usedtobesinbut sometimedesirewalker"
janine@hotmail.com>,


frnow truly one can w'one'der who is who? and so then, one can say this
and that
and it is better
butt



... I kiss thee with the dash of deterritory as
I am

A Knight of Infinite Catatonic Faiths... indeed deterritory gets about

Mona promised

 ________________

Mona promised them everything but jived  Chanel . if at the tip of the belvedere . She'd marched the happy  bog and burrowed feet to its grifting canal.


jACKY climb the prisoners the maniacs and others wept  like fat blueberries at the weak . Not again! she should learn her shakespeare before westward winging her bongo boots, wee fellows troubled by narrows and straits. or saying the twice tried bonnet of the lady's clasp. Hasped to her union with the fog and shoe . 

Blessed be the apes of her cock!

No one hears everything   ~.

__________If her
If her legs were naked she'd take them off and fornicate them. Such twisting shapely things. Made her cocktongue ring~ O mountains culverst and shares of her   ~ 




_________





for now



 You take Franny  moon-eyed  heaping up her miseries one at a time spending, mopping, washing, ___ No, not hushing but blushing at the waste and ingratitude of the paranoiac female machine self centered au bout de la limit and now 

(and Franny's not female that way but becoming woman as wave flow furl farther to its latent pier)
           with the cellular' contraptions and gizmos __ they can really go to town! As long as they wait she howls! Girded grief bellow to the  horn rimmed goddess. 
                God bless her molasses skirt__ Moon blind as she gets set for the cage? in the telegram's waiting clasp .

Tawny tusked    ~  and ribbon weighted she's balling out her boons  ~  .


Tusked tongued    ~  rillfull  night





Saturday, July 10, 2010

:Two stories

bovine bull.

______________ Who cares ?? what the campy followers of D and Guattari thought??

And who says, there is a Freud, beyond yer own excessively textualized reading of him. "said Jill, and walked off into the sunset of self-referential excess . Weary she undid her quote." Then Jill climbed to the top of Guattari and Deleuze and said : Behold Poop On Freud. And she read: In A/O Freud the Henry Adam of psychoanalysis. And then she thought haunt ever read  Hamlet letters, thought about the grass, and China. And she was sick to death unto "despair" and closed the book. Oh she breathed better then.
____________She waked in her djinn bottle rambunctious to her blessed need. O kiss me woman on the bus. Yer bison bursting love.

______________The arses of this world . American consumer subjects_ ACTual prototype, plaster molds of their type world long the swim in the pool ones at anytime consume pigdogs snoutshits off good, products.

Yikes and Yokes said Jill and phone Mona on her desiring telephone

and they had -.

Okay. We're here at last, with no face and no preface either!





Wednesday, July 07, 2010

push date





Push dates and ink ring. the top soil. ring the two . and tower. as if it. approached. the sullen height of fame.  So 


Franny's buttocks framed the world of man.

and its sixty seven coatings of paint cumbered with thought and pestled mortar plaiting.



Feather its goose. Haggle its chesterfield. Come round your copperplate sidings.  Along the fronting and back to genesis.

Something of these things felt the chard kale and the whooping green collared fruit. Of the vine that meant its place to become love   ~ 

_________________________

Jill licked
her thuimb
becoming risible
invisible

ribbed round the
cage

of 
the buttress of its  need.






Tuesday, June 29, 2010

If

If Mona finds holes it's because they're the sheer size of reality. Buckling along the thing, the past tense spat heels to the  cuffing shoe, and ringing by its collar, each merry maker convinces the persuasive fact . Its being. Its being exists and the trolleys prove it to exist.

This way none have any bearing on reality fealty the dead drop and camgaign of the frustrated week and their freak show. The muddled resentment and the 
carrying on  ~ Neither
the blister of rock or its cheap leather sheep    .  How burden folds its wood light by this sheaf.  Never knowing its difference finality and the rubbing phlox of its lane  . Pink purple and mauve ever to their need, run along the hedge backing grove after
grove





No one hears it Jill's moon is the predicatory love of its subject being  ~ fair north mariner to its company   ~ 

___________________










Tuesday, June 22, 2010

fizzle

 No one has it not e ven the old bag. Harridan of the chop chop falk... something closer to nearer to its event its effect harried by lens and parried pews...



Jill comes home a 21 year old waitress waisted at  her flickering domain dominion to her sole fault.  None have reckonded on the harlequindade of romance!

Along the step of the bank... scholars in huddle formation geese honking their best whirl yet and the others plain stockings and the clothing...

appalling marks of truth and cleavage and the tinest of breast peeking almost out water'd her mouth taste a moth curling ion on her bended wrist tricked by the tic tac of catch as catch me rainbow! innoncence at the Mona's shrew budge


Among the blithe tricks of this pasture she's burrowed a million caps and hopes to her lesson   ~ .


  Ratcheting a period afteward.


tin

tingle and its hot . tin turns burns years as the spell boundary lover. caught in borders and tenement popouts and cuts used by praxis riddeled agents of change to hope its reeking of love and the forest. and this way my claim is your claim. so love's cop soothing the wrinkles in time. buttering its matter with the forest sun the yellow gleam its  


and then its as if something held

and she wore it well not very well  but well as it would be raining by the pine forest and cunning to its raft. along the precipice and the closest thing nerves. never never and love's folded thing its wing of crushed charm and weaving climes






 So Jill married Mona in the chill of its project. Set back by the project considering all options off they 'd married the moment closer to the tear in the socks and the rainbow hug     



of love and its favorite slings. No has control of it. Making mattering and muttering.

-------------- Episode S of the unified plateau. Memoir of a swear word. Cursed by its cunning knee.

And a goddess spoke rough handled by the tourniquet key

   ~
          .



______________________________







Saturday, June 19, 2010

fresh


__________________What happens reading Repertoir et differences! the deconstucted soul brother!
____________________________________
yes in 78 . it was .... yeah... and we came along to hear the guy speaking. again. his voice was hoarser.. no . we were weaned on pleasure the surplus value consumption trapped in 'ur solitudes.... before each day and night the Monday and Tuesday after... we flooded the week we fled... rose to the air of our encounter the intensity he emitted... particle and half wave of purchased thought... harbinger and habit of beauty...and Jill was very cool esp after the grimoire and the gangsters left Haiti high and dry ....




Mona sobbed the funeral... knew... knew within seconds he'd jumped hundred feet to open... casket.... death


then the crowd was sanctified was it a leap to the pilgrimage height of immanence?



She kept riding. It was 1978. I came back from Italy for the second part of the talks on the plateau about work and the barbarian surplus code.... we saw Felix there and in Italy it was night itwas day but a few months later as in the twinkling of an eye everything went awry---- friends've been friendship sellers, consumers of their own production. Guegads of their surplus sexlove. What a pity in contrast to them days.... We slip through the cracks to dance its molecular revery....


----------------------

Friday, June 18, 2010

first button




 is the orthodox unity . caped winged and catted. cougars and buggers. and merry den making. and off the wives. and heave the boulder. colder the feel tramp sprite light its nick spot weight. Not restless but going giving receiving loving available becoming.



So Franny's frank capitulation to truth told.

___________________________________She pushed then shoved yielded and the moment harried. fell
down on its swooping  titmouse to its love club.


Restless as the catamaran narrator.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

wrangle it

_____________

Proliferate every moment. Ting touch ring. Between the verb... herbagee~ counting dusk  ~courting musk she's wearing core clothing... nuclear vestments for her cage...


wrangle the feet tomtomtit dactyl to the bridge marionette its stage, becoming its feathery cope


round the edge of its flowerd haze   ~

themes bend and unite    ~ seeming to slink into the things an expression  married 
along its pole
the rent of cumbersome 

gifts weeds
to its
backwayward

crowd   ~



Wednesday, June 16, 2010

rink to play

_____________________

Rink to play. Think fury its parrot squeeze and the schizophrenic knees beneath the battering. Not will but pill making ... sassafras... grass... for the obscene berry ~

_________________________Jill's moniter . Thief to her begging food from assholes never lent a page in their lives.

Jerks to the forward obscene harridan hags always righteous at their asshole's revival ~

____________ A truepenny for your thought winding out her master's pair she's gotten every subject right, ridge to the claim, sequestered to her unwilling game ~


________________ If Jill's one she's one two three ~.

________________


Tuesday, June 15, 2010

if this (head) ache has no one

_______________________

Manichean was not what .. she ccacacaarrredd for .. Not that way the sun. And moon . And. Its galloping height. ..

your dance god's swollen.. wanting... not wanting... getting... forgetting .. the lyric strain Orpheus lyric pyrrhic to his shed...c arefree... pyramid in the blazing sun...
Mona .. Lovers are thirsty so Mona the moon and and sun ...

________________________those calibrated bodies .. something along the line of mist.. lien of resistance and dispropertied spirits hung on the dry ... line of flight... not a line of glitch but resistance's best name...


Monday, June 14, 2010

tender

 Tender render the love's coon cocoon baboon its primal warp, the purpose days fuse hour's mighty thaw~ proliferate the thaw as alongside

the strata she's . and housing closer recline every slumber... Okay Jill moves on at steady clip . Marriage of figaro. Not a rest to between. Only the ones who 've seen the cute thimble of her wrecking...



If Jill spends 12 years it's because a doctor knows least and  She's extinct a Yahi to every member of her clan.. Not banding but but apprehending the apprentissage __ Aristole's mason. Yarrow, bramble leaves, ...plaintain horsetails...pomegranate flowers... cures  falling womb distemper  ...Aristotle's chemistry...Mistter Botany and the walking talking school... snakes skin   take comfrey roots an ounce, rupture-wort two drams, yarrow, mugwort, each half an ounce, boil them in red wine ... .  A reason to live in this world versus the shady  cave thinkers ....  O  field of generation... O

be held up a s a hand to mo u  t  h    ~


__________________

+Wrangles her tooth cant find glasses to fit
the perfect match of nose eyes
leaning readin titling head
loving the loving
book  ~



Sunday, June 13, 2010

what ho

___________________________


 ________________________Pom! Pom! Pom none has a wedding core as these rushed  similes do in the parchment and wet waitiing   ~


Hence you duckling of the cold sea's deaf bride . her briny soup'll oil your fair weathers, gushing beaches black shit of oil's barren brief. What hail and ho its prim weather signing the dotted sheet of crossed and I's. I's been the diction. And escape it not your favored medley.

Has Jill been many to her tomsome? tomtrombone thumbing over the hills of play and the genitive runs out... wired by the sound the gracious knocking of things rocking together   ~



Saturday, June 12, 2010

ointment unguent~

allies and dominions. confederacies of filli'eren.



It was the forty seventh day of her request, the plateau of minding.



Texte ecrite et detourne._______________Over there Mona's face her breast. Camping ground other. Lip to suck mouth old mother's cow. The brindled toe of bidding donuts. Not cute hamburgers, plated lens, a nd other foster care ware yet renewed by the happenstancing riddle to true bread.



_________________A mama's last boy is her son. What rule of thief guards this way? O shrew O paradise O loam   ~ lover liam   ~


___________________________________

Why did the afternoons go so merrily . Lion wllow's .

Friday, June 11, 2010

pun

Jill's couvade was like any other. Unlike other any she was alliterate to literature. ligagature to her 'awesome' self. Wrangled by the part abstraction of the noun. And pressing on her presage parsnip she was cutaneous to her poison wish. Wishing on the thought its banishment fell. Out that road she's no distress for any but her self. And the empty of its full. Say coke bottles, empties from old frigidaires, and soft drinks from another time. Another time conducted over love's hugger muggery ad the lady's blessed breasts.


Mona's seen all but knows less each happen standing square for the next. Her name many wished to its beak forecast cap   ~ 




___________





Thursday, June 10, 2010

muster

Cursory of the finger ~ Italianate fountain played for dead ~ rippin' its hulk. Buried the buster. Fluster to the cradle to the wind. Fat to its repeating silver lens. Calibrated to every run ~



Curse of the fringe hanging bangs along the foreheard, forewarned by the poleax god hefted in a bard's idolatry ~ and bearing



eliresssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss


dlire

a v
owel cut OFF


_____________its not the reactive delirium nor the locked up a room even when alone

one it's the other the alcoholic flapper her jewels.

Melancholic ~ the body is an ass ~ .

Get rid of it ~


_______________


If she'd whatsoever persist away we'd come to the thing that ~


__________ tether the green ~
_________________



Wednesday, June 09, 2010

run tin




Run tin and mustard oscitant in the morning sun over the field. Something of these line heading west. Come along your folly, tramping in the lane, before the





sexy beloved object! Not of art but raw lust! Instinct ganging up! Oscilloscope of your legs and measure of your peat! So Jill's ganglion self. Ropery in the sand band. Came in the week. Call~an~to her faint winding bawdry... She had it congress with the wicked tongue of ...medieval medical day. And roamed the tipsy sand.Chipboard and the usual daily droll. And fallacy flap sand,

rummage to the caretakers of sick self.


Pelf and south the taken night and given day.

_______________________________


Tuesday, June 08, 2010

tented

Tented clothed|Caesar case: madmen despot, signifier dictator. Fire hydrant . Samedi des morts ~ imagines the beloved friend knifing him Et tu? Et toi? Toi aussi?  Tried Tyrant in his goose apple wheel, What oligarchic  puper  this  the ages of barbarian babble?





Cease! her!  _____________ pregnant tunnel of baby busting out sooner than  ~ foreseen its cunning  histrionic  thing thing whatsoever. As death dictates so it like to imagine our tomtim wordings of leafage wordage |



It shall not.


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Sunday, June 06, 2010

tunnel and funnel

the sun's gray loon. its purple ridge. the rippled wen. a shadow of wearing and beside the oriental mix the dusk rosing its sunset we ~yes to timber of forest. laminated wood and beside the would could factored to its dawn.


greasy back there at the oil of your ass. along the lodging forest guts of myrhh something there .. . animals and pated crowns, corniches to hide the brown a writer brooks her commercial to the transatlantic doom  ~

the sun's grey lion ~

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Saturday, June 05, 2010

stayed

Stayed by
quote

&

Girdle

as in


he could not remember her translated progressive
grammar of translation tense awkward steal of kiss and night. JIll was
maybe when she was perhaps and yaps was like that anyhow. Mona was JIll
one two and three in the arborescent tree: names and e NUN ciations were
like that: Fit for Furred Queens and Virgins on the edge of the Word made
lightly she was soft on the hard and hard on the plated gums of her
partially plated teeth

Friday, June 04, 2010

adamite

Stay your horses strugglers! shaving pints are what yer in need of....

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__________________Things to write:

Plateau::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Wszzzzzzzzzz a la Felix



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she was night when she spoke


she was Orpheus


and Jill was leaning down.
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When Jeel red this she was GWa and Ga and Tu and tarry and deleuzeed by
her guattaris of Illusion. And Professor D. was a W sound in the sounding
of many idiolect placeaus! and so it was . When her Jeel was  Jilled she
was jack and gyped jilled by her dereader and like jacques she was
dejacquespare and spare as. Now as Jill leaning and learnin' down er what
quidditas? was it entelechy of savour which made her a gracenape
scapegrace? Oh but she was read sexyeroti
cked wordsumes
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"Though perhaps not "gWa--Ta--Ree" but rather "Ga-Ta-Ree" The 'w'
sound,in French, at least, is not pronounced, to my knowledge.
> FG pronounced it *with* the 'w' sound, fyi.
> Also, Fay-leex."

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One does not speakit with it. But withness and sidereal
against the announced word ... so she sighed in tethered that was teeth
transposed finally upon her horsexuality.
    



Gill knew she was dill when she was
lightly del-erze by urns and ashes flying in the wind of the Fifth storey
apartment building. The real vrai question to Mona was: was the adress
"bis" ou non "bis"? She could not remember her translated progressive
grammar of translation tense awkward steal of kiss and night. JIll was
maybe when she was perhaps and yaps was like that anyhow. Mona was JIll
one two and three in the arborescent tree: names and e NUN ciations were
like that: Fit for Furred Queens and Virgins on the edge of the Word made
lightly she was soft on the hard and hard on the plated gums of her
partially plated teeth

"""Shane Maybe wrote:
--- bdeanrob-AT-sgi.net wrote:> Del-*use* *Gwa*-Tar-*Ee*
I always thought it was "Del-erze". And what about his
first name? I've heard "Jee" and "Jill".
Jeel, though lightly on the 'l' sound, and soft on the 'j'.
Deh-luhz (avoid the -ooze, or even -use sound)."

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O! my Patois and Lucaszzzzzzzzzzzzshhhhhhhhh. she was
soundsszsoudnnnnnnnszzzzzzzzz which couldnt be scribedered. LOsshof
shyntazh. was so peaks was then and Now Jill was Jil withonly No L and
Owl.