Thursday, February 04, 2010


Pelican pelagius and his proper eye. Make them sigh and wish their bone.
She's derived of the ridden sea its calloped moment the high rising sun of its pleasure. Not the copulated boxes of the wave, and the beach tune. Or the laizzes-faire attitude of the group lovers, and the herd on the goat's tail, nor the fanlight in the rain nor the Corinthian columns curled to their mazy ovuluar soundings of geometry.

Mona murmurs the seven ton of nothing, the soft plaque at the benthos deliery her cotton wand plaid