Monday, January 04, 2010

her fair wind

Fair who said fair was its pinnacle? and that dress anyhow and the ass shipping off the curb and the cunning boot and the laced down jacket vest. her moth like buttons glinting on her... was that the wind cupping its merit baking the fake plaster saint of practice?a processual garden of apes.

This is six o'clock a bent haecceity of gridiron grief and chieftains winging it. The mating bird shifting key.