Monday, March 01, 2010

forward and

And turn left. Come right . Go left. Turn right. Go North. Bend south, your clear cut herb. Not the Niphrates of top hats, but the butts of orient glue.













_______________After seconding the orders, Jill comes over. Over? yes, shes worn her stay at the paper palace. Shes nothing left but the glue boot of her digital blossoming.


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