Tuesday, March 15, 2011

You start here

Because you breath like a nut. You screw the thing. Which tingles blind man. Samson and his gut. The rough wrench . Twinkled as a  sky does lowering its cloud hastening the rich pasture dumping its seed. Find optimism on breath. As wreaths hoist their flags.

Can you see.   Eyes get tinier. Athousand millionaires hold the . To mother and. In this fantasm the mother introduces the key players. The brothel opens its folding door, and you .

Jill: No, start again. Shift then .  Pan . No, Bacchus ... on your head... 

Mona : 2000 bodies washed ashore  ;  

Franny retreat  ; is this earth  ?

She forgetting the metonymy ....  metonym  

metonymy ... it's Felix that said ; well it's  between breaths of thought ; hold on cloud ; 

   She can't recall.
Who brought the atomic wind?       1945  was brought by Uncle the Sam    ~  it's ironic it's .  Irony is putting it mildly .

     "Chase a radio active cloud " 

 ____________________________At the beaches...   Something is happening. How do rub... fictive and real... It's real and history's melting ?

Octaves of death.

 it's not an atomic explosion....

 The ides of March     ~.