Friday, January 08, 2010

refurnished

Where is he itself
Where's she itself

The hooker's tacking the horizon... she's wishing her dream in the bubble tipped toes of downy wax....

We'll travel back tacking sown wood and inthe dark phallus bearing I took my sweet thing to her


You did then did you? andshe was woven to its particle sand tongue to tip mouth .

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