Saturday, April 17, 2010

A writer

 You've always came along. Rouged and roughed by the adze . To say merry makes best is cheating the forest folk of their meat. She liked lemon meringue pie thinking women were the language of love. They was hate. And the hardy hotel. A dirty Greek falling from the decayed building edifice to the plunging rate of capital's best ruse. Shit on the open marker of . This bodes nothing parallel or berating. She's a fine tease on a squaw's mesaMona's house is clear and bent, she's like old houses, with halfway marks astride them. Her aural wafer and the jolly tenements.  Beringed by you desire to hatred, anger and beleaguered bullshit of this sort seperating the friends shamedto their assfaces... O winner~ Lose! thy pride a sullen piece of cactii!
 ______________________________________Fanny _ringringring . Jill! its her come to the phoneticcon! hurry shes rearing her letters. Polishing her toes, _ she's your jongleur! you capricoious boy! Hurry!