Friday, August 26, 2011
__ Jill has every reason to believe she's alive and married with a son in Ireland. Has she been back? to the coast and the continent? No , Ireland's held her sway. She's not been back to see the professor . Nor the grand scholars of the school, nor the doctors of , nor the doctors. People always lawfully look better througha window. She's a historical nut living with a screw for each passage of time, and a dime a dozen for her baked charms and chemistry. Her story? what a tale of trauma and glancing back to back she's a buttock to her true cold. If she's ever had enough you'd be the first to know, and the last to leave. Cleaving. Her sonnet, her mack coat, her topsyturvy skirt, hoop, and dress. Does this foresee a comma, a command a chinese lover ? in a box of tools. No sentence knows the way she feels. Shes hussy to her own, her very own mountain top. And steals to eat, eats to steal. Prays for forest and tenderloin. Tender lion to the allgogomighty her prescient prayer to seeping selves. A woman named D thanked her another named Linda left. Linda's a professor with her eyes on backwards appearing more womanly established as the years go and she's charmed by god. And she's this that and theravada too. In the fascist dictatorship of the territories she's . Yes. Well, someone has died to be born in Parliament. If there's imminence she's gained her place, ground to the unground of being and the courage to become ugly women. Misshapen as the hollering dust. Her halogen dust. Not the marrying type, but a type anyhow to the governing crew. Not the widow's taste for sure, abut three to butt her place in the beast with threeback~s .
_______So it comes to the gambol and becomings of its ever truer instant ~.
For now and anon .
Posted by Clifford Duffy at 26.8.11
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
jill was a barn girl brand exchanger exchequer to the good bad and evil of her desire beyond fans and lighting she'sa worn out harlot dippin her foot in the capitalist stew
she loved the chinese woman her tears her slightly swelled
small breasts and thought of her warmth hot
to the inside of her self and tears to her loving love
lobbing bobbing and robbed by love's . something something something. and the lost punster the giraffe
flag of her euphonic . her self 's the wolf word, the misplaced Russian.
The rebels had to retreat' the war was winding down . she runs with Homer's Hector. Halting the. Her buttocks smooth as the butterd night, moon melting her moony? she swarmed her burning eyes.
Saying to her you're here with us we love.
And love its . She grits her jaw her teeth lover lust.
Now the exmplary~enemy army 'spreads out' and soon. She's worn to her naked garters. Fuck this. Read me ontological lover. She has her name on his thigh. Okay read the logicals of her . Her tongue tits. She's held by the other held back helding holding her back and the showers rain around her head. She's clipped at the date, have a good afternoon. And her blonde pants. Walked off. She's sunset road. and I have no one to hide ~ it to her yer plateau of selving ~ others and her banns! she'a rooster of love and the four tides of the wind ~.
Posted by Clifford Duffy at 23.8.11