Saturday, February 06, 2010

Jilli habors

Go over you hussies no black watch cares for your creed, nor your seed talk of love, and the jealous dead ones powder faced slack skinned with this grand rebellion denial its monster mead.

The taboo's nothing your totem parries its fitful graceful. Flute to its hunkered shines and its shame is yet another name for second place. So mIster Franny wore his fanny shined shoes to her buttery spoon.C ollective to her city and prelude to her wonderous arms. Aghast at the pell-mell soup of its love. A drubdrumdrub.