Saturday, March 13, 2010

Has been each choice ...

Has been each choice decision. Concision to her cutting raw back to rhymes and the scantering of cool hope. Gliding along the mule's edge a  muezzin chants the hour.                Does a Jenny chant as she comes round the corner lip of her orgasm to the origami of. Jill knows this everthing and by the time she's reached the Red blanket she's borne all destines packaged for every wheell. Even if left outside she's alone as rain

                            In this regard the Quebecois rain is as sun.