Tuesday, March 16, 2010

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 If Jill knows her name its because none know it. As she does every fairy wing. And  (each) charming post to the outcalenders of hope. And the marshing wood. Satan's place is the putter in the meadow            and the chap down the stairs. Close to the micromicrophone. Morphematic to the theme of wishing birds and ranking choirs. Some have held it near to the earphone and the long grama_hoop of One and Only.

                                               Franny's ass always needs wiping. She's tissued every kleenex in history. And forge the
     word                      Kotex! one is forbidden to say that!


Pronounce it at your contrivance Fool!


--------------------------Back to the logics of love's fender and the mirror on the wall of guessing gorgon and groined shares.

Pasted to the will of tenement lovers.