through the paranoid streams then we . ran. no, she came , no she ran , came. she ran , came second . Seconded by breath spilling the invincible infinitive t o its . placid
Mona how it hurls the language. No that's rong , it's wrong .
Over the rain.
The beggar hock by jowl. Jolly thing... no, it's working it's plague electronic __________Mona shields the past! Zing! Bang! off theshield. Good Jill boxed by her hens and . and the blue ship holding water... hanging at the bay and it took water all afternoon in the deep spirit of things...
Jill was belonging
She was belonging . And far to Ghent she went. Fair to the smooth inn of the potbellied. And over London town haze and glow of twilight and .
Rivers swell as riant rivers do
Pushing the nape of things