Tuesday, May 25, 2010

will the unreal stand up

 Will it stand up like your damned smile?

 All jobs gotta  be shirked . I love her as a shirt loves the shape of the chest the body enveloped at its crying and want. Her hair, her breast pleasant . Like the sex her escaped . Clandestine as the transparency of her seeeing me see her.

For certain its stands and not phallocratic
yet it smiles to her lovingroom  ~. Guilded byherguiding handsome.


Since she's born five she'll bear one more with his   ~

__________________ Not bear but pair teir rubbings
a love be tween them made
of nothing's love

Something like that! Mona  repeats!
O Mona saying its that


Cat   ~