Sunday, February 27, 2011

.... has never been worse

Mona is worse than the Cantantians. They, at least, are only looking forthe Father. But Mona's looking for "daddy". Schizo-sisters of desire myass.

My ArSeing Lord
what's happend to the gambit
at half mast!
Mona's a jewel roughs up the pages of all ages. Camps on the bivouac of buttocks standing room only her only cope.

She's a trollop on the third degree. Here are the mends she's gotta take. This one, that , and others. Bothers her trebled heart, her round table trouble and desire. Not the  bifana! O witch of the pallor, pulsing 
spin  ~
Aieee! Dogs! Knights!Clamour your armour. O columns and Italianate be your peace desist ~ .

_____________________ i have jerked off your smallest breasts.

_________________________________ Dont flaunt your fonts at me you wordslut ~ .