Jill's on night shift fissured across the skyway of old heretic and younger than knight as the blink says all. Propped up by the letter G she leaning a doorway with a mantle piece on the angle that's rearing to go quick to the west
farinaceous and fruity with vines. Each word mouth was created accidentally no matter that the ragers of 'art' got caught otherwise. Other was a god and her ache was fiacre placed charm. A method
we'll continue the apocalypse the other way
in a n old folks home as memory charmed off leaving a pendant in the sea . of the Deep Blue Green. and the clichés of book and mermaid. over the word a history barren to its blank fun
Wait Mona's got her backward glance aboard. She's caught in the sun. Anything for a dizzy spell my love.
So where was I was saying then? a feather cap for every bullseye. A geese for a gong. Hold your horses! and hips toosome.
Mona ploughed through the first book of Capitalism and Schizophrenia as if there was no tomorrow .
and no time to borrow . The caged beast thought!
Back to the translation and she's made the fifth plateau. Memoir of an absteentee landlord and grieving begrieving
Mona's got her dress on backward ripping on the tin shoulder of her hurt. Excluded again absconded the natural rigger of her part. Sail flapping on the down sail. It's no matter. She's got the catatonic thump and not the categorical imperative! Imperator is not her style !
A mile a minute reading Heidegger. You did that like.
Fanny's got a thief .