Tuesday, February 09, 2010

Go there

Go there the night bird word to its carrying fleece. The seconded moil is horned moon to her lover's take. Cusped across the graceful neck and the fiery knee.A nd the pregnant ewe a n d the g o d in the desert

No one heard this lover before you and your black and white heart. Bruised by its cunning baffling gather. The dimensional plane of its death,

griffon to its possible breath giving after all ~.


You dig said Mona masturbating off the butt in her lip tipping her hat to the cunt at the other end. Proximately ___________Always a vulgar bitch