Saturday, January 09, 2010

huff and

MOna's stink cuts through the storm clouds. Sortie to her whorish way. Shes down on a punk down on her bunker. Etymologically undressed shes clad in buxom weed and brass tack muscle.

Sheesh! the bare wind sunders its backyard pleasures. A true backyard! a balcony! a


Now that leg has pants on it the design dasein is a god's Heraclitus. Hip mouth to turn forts and ruin weathers. A process along these lines is approximate and has nothing to do with exchanging gifts, be they supreme symbolic boring and otherwise. Get a break go back back to the social spine.