Monday, July 28, 2014


If Jill knew the gig was up, she upped the ante-chamber 'spilit' the sentence in four  perfumed the road    moving aside the bustling vehicles travelling up her side .  Her head's  a tweak for sunsets and abodes, there's no point shining as no one's home    !

Continue the sage saga anon as she's got a family kitchen to tarry her ills. A tare's worth of smidgen on the bilious hope of renewal! what bollocks of blunder is a family . A subconscious fair me drawl
A pink ruffle in the night's word.

_____________ Bump! an Puff she goes.