Wednesday, April 28, 2010


Going staying breathing. White. And pain musters its . And across the yard, O is. That hangman's noose. And the breath of puffed up spring robin-redbreast full of . Yes, and the happiest blossoms of swelled bosom showing. And the ear of locks, and the lover. Not so the quick pink merchandise becoming white outside the rear window and o if this nightingale is conceived by shells and stones what do you do ? Open the air sails Jill sail hoisted higher than it's ever been and its becoming lee-ways to port ...

and the white fur ruffles many feathers.... glow park glow your orient mist ~!