Friday, January 22, 2010

up and

This was Mona' s furniture now her furtive glance. What can be more than that? She seeks out to finding language. And the spare pen. This way . Lovers seek.


Up and about the day's dawned. you have references allusion, terrible hooks, wretched penmanship. this summer's winter is fug and guffawed with sheep ship down &n the old bender clouds. Roughed up by the indoor spring of . Work work work as the pen tripping its needles pulls out . And her breast far from your mouth comes along merry and soft her . Body moves as no other. Can this be the mere thermometer of storm? Castle in the rummaging closer naked it shows hold this . Not a word. A thigh or lent broom. Nor a hip nor unutterable vocables.