A short history of desire-jeans .
A shorty history of desire machines: Mona's apparel is sudden white burst on something near to continguous. Groaning afflairs of the heart-piece! the light wind blows
into the neck of night a night as like other window buildings into eternity's white bust a breast near full to bursting
with its glory love a humdinger of a hummer into bearings east west north south all veering to her love. A body bearing this love worries no one.
Are your eyes burning then Sir? Aye indeed they is for lack of seeing her ,a sight for sore eyes on my poor head! my poorer
heart, my crying secret genitals!
A oneness smoothed between us.
these violins play stop and start. Parley.
there is no rain like this one. no coolness as fresh
A period finds its place 'full stop' comme on dit.
Comme il faut.