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2012-01-23T20:28:00.000-05:00

Mona's remora. You will see. Hear its . Not . then Or to say. Hear. Its again. Not. a fear. A trifle. Nay a mouthful. a spring back to tense. See to its hearing. No, earring. A fruit borne to stable any harvest. A butch gone hair cul de sac. Not a narrative clearing. A cuffed out purge. she's worn the half-won and cost peer. Over the last felt thing it's a race to the fifth. A

o this is where

2012-01-23T20:24:00.000-05:00

_______ Is this as Jill hears the panting persona? a thimble, a tumble, a thumb on the highway postcard. Rain on the strata on the road, a side peer vision. And rumbling along to the ~ place between ~ a form a rent riding along that road. she's heard everything a ho ho a howdy-do the monkey lady do the watusi. A sample, a

the ... characters in those book

2011-11-22T15:34:00.002-05:00

_________________________ you toi that is, see the schizophrenic delay begins. things get caught removed scattered between here and there headache eyes eyes you peoples idears. idea r. I dear is . As night witch broom holds the frost to the coming tide

the airplaine of immanence

2011-11-10T18:24:00.000-05:00

Sat. slat salt that plane. air plane. fault line flat space of immance. And jill bottom loined bitter-bottom line retold rebooted the crinkly line and . Huffed her puffed house up. She's not immanent nor eminent to the something-else transcendent. But a bucket of wheat! and her hail-down self. How can she unthink what she's thinked. In the kitchen sink. nah, not like Rachel, nor the seven

our knot come home

2011-08-23T09:30:00.000-04:00

______________ So Doctor Deleuze has it on the spin, and the adhesive and the reckoning roll of her hardrockening buttocks, nor the sand of her ribbed vacuum the vane of delight ~ Over this intensity and rainbow spoken lover, unspoken thought of her charming dot. Not foresought nor forsworn but pleasure by every greed and tempering. She rose to the plateau of its microthought silly to

Jill has a whip

2011-06-29T13:00:00.016-04:00

Jill has a whip pseudomasochistic ~her belly the underarmour of its . And she's told the others too that consistency planes do not break the intensities of the curling plateau. But what more? She needs to be wants to be punished. it thrills her to hear the whip whacking her clear arse of round void ~ whack! (and) she cries! she cries! the sting! of it hurting ~ her she 's

Saint schizlow

2011-05-28T02:04:00.000-04:00

_____________Stamp the letter on your forehead ~ ._______Mail here to the point of memoir . Mona's mash-up call it that. Those days of night as evening passes its precipice. Phillip of Sardinia is that one .. an island its witch called a... broom a board an iron ... Not irenic nor ironic she's tabled the foursquare meals of the moon. Lapping the sudden beauty of their long legged

Hanky Panky

2011-05-05T15:25:00.000-04:00

_________ "We fear the novel, waiting for the morsel , the comma. the piece of peace which makes the primary displace the only one the shiver of the teeth in the sonnet chewing chalking mouth." Jill says to franny says to Mona says to Jacky _ three in bed tumbling bedsheets around the alarm clock ~ . Whatother clock is there His cock resting in her mouth, she sides. She lifting his body over .

that

2011-04-24T15:47:00.000-04:00

that heard a mental strained his hearing and the accolades and the alcoholic sand, the pissing waterfalling and the louvre of the black balcony and her hand around his : this weaving the trophy desire's black bush And the call raved back. Call. As night hitched its wing. Gathering the dumb knight his hoarward wheel front backward.

Her Métier

2011-04-11T16:36:00.003-04:00

Balderdash and metier. Mona, that's her. Buckled to the T. The T square. And. She cant remembertherecall of . ANd the sideways N in the An . It's someprimitive shape.She's on t.v. in the past. Runnelling and . This mirrorof busted cones. 'Till 3 o'clock in the morning. As the cockgrows! it crows! Naked she'd lay as the day hearkening to the phonemesand morphemes of the clitterclutter of her

canorous

2011-04-06T14:35:00.004-04:00

Take the canourous little throats and short necked nightinglaes ragging out a dingy tune.... nightingale and finch, linnets with their buzzy little bonnets and the fatuous domesticated canary the usual dawn's daily lark. Is that a lark Mona primping her hair up bushes pointing pointisettia punk style her busty mouthful hooters to brain the living right balk dead! she's .... rumptump

Frolic

2011-03-22T13:53:00.002-04:00

_______________________ If jill's prolix it's because diction . And knot. Arboresence. she 's got a desire machi ~ tried . her back. as the soft O fucked out in the Jill sees the 'know this' and the body dies hope snapped out roped and

Frolic

2011-03-22T13:53:00.000-04:00

ahmm: Tabbinet

2011-03-06T13:47:00.000-05:00

Its become metafoosed! ( she was expecting! what did you expect) she was expecting ~ . || _________________________________________ CP You always change thingsC.D. How could I (k)not? Indeed he does. Her. As she becomes . And left the and out. and moved the russet dissent become the blank. of its perfect binding.! Silly Girl!______________________________________

We're not certain ...

2011-02-27T22:21:00.001-05:00

(Push it down) (will ya?) Mona hovering. Cantering ~ and the brings brought boat ~ ringing tall flowers of the oat song, and its cherished melody. point and click point n shoot !~ Says Jill firing the emulsion to the twisted photo of herself. Does that maker her a cool per second an operator on the fringe of calculation? ______________________ If words are a

and what was

2011-02-08T22:50:00.000-05:00

Trumpet And Jill knew the wedding of love along the embankments of the revolt fiery flag unfurlingits longing cost to the people of building and love ,, their pain their god their love and what was the wish but the flag's unkempt rising the hand too calling crying for love's : and what was and it is not your job to spy it is your job to watch with love and

bud and bower

2011-01-21T00:54:00.000-05:00

Jill: a SchizioPhrenica wearing a collar. Is it diamond studded or Canadian like the paranoid maniacs who run the world. Fascism was built around the difference between that and which. and them that's willing to stake their lives playing such stakes. aBoolye for them! I stutter the piss guns of the flower moth. kill spiders for rent and hook monkeys for death. Call me Mona Call me

if this

2011-01-16T10:00:00.000-05:00

If this's been your dictionary what has been your ? handsome twins on the two box shelf? the body felicitate her red arms clung to brown and red as the blue which deepens the sky . Paged to its knight her dawning tie. Tide to its Mister: Keep away from 'the' critics. As it becomes ice pattern to your . Skate skype to your sky. A lover to your blocs. Holdign her shoes, tearing her eyes,

knows none

2011-01-04T14:46:00.002-05:00

Of its machine Jill knows none. But nones at half dawn . No start again given the pauses ,, you break you ,, you hold it s time worn ,, Of her eyes , yes, aaaand'a placing her fingertip there , just at the hollow of her lip So Jill tends the breaking

Of

2010-12-15T01:50:00.001-05:00

of Jill's many fairy tales ~ Waited bated breath love song waiter wrestling with the demons of god, the inverse calculus of and she's forgotten the hair that remained her home remanded to birth and life ~ In this respect as respect goes she's g ood. Not bad, but good as when a ropes winches close to the prisoner's neck, and tumbling down the crumble weed she breaks his neck. Jazz speed

Doggone

2010-11-13T01:41:00.000-05:00

Move this text over Emilie your buttocks.Said the homosexual to his ... . _______________________Since she's struck to stratas undefined how do M? She does it by submission love summerin other words Monsoon Me: what is an uncle if not a father? He was indeed my father and Angela was my mother. George Jackson. Look a tthe initials they're Genet's in reverse. J __ G __ , Like a lover a

: Jacky and

2010-11-09T17:10:00.000-05:00

It doesn't have to be continuing . : Jacky and . It can be anything. A round ? embryo embroyglio ~ Along the sliptides of tognues. Speaking in tongs! you Japanese filters! So Jill' standing on her head faking love ~des gants indetermines ~ ? peut-être c'est ça A letter begins with a god ~

Since Jill ...

2010-10-24T15:29:00.001-04:00

if Jill has a body what's a body . Sick, healthy or stirring what's the anatomy of its character ? NOn, something else as the lightening 'rod' of mind winds its ... she hears the radio buzz. Reaches to its thing. For every concrete rule she's 'gotta' supplementary dimension. Folded her cloak cone and cachalot the swimming sea. As if the rum and rim of everything pretending to become holey

Hussy hurrah

2010-10-16T01:02:00.003-04:00

___________________________________Shes apocopate and reprobate. Wheezed by her collar the snuffing snow. A blow and hazard to cox curl her ancient days. not any remember but a constant humming o f her tune. As chune and ring along the merry snow. This way Jill has the heavy remembers of her hips. Swanked to burn her jaw, the melting snow of love, her love, her dog, her cat. Her mew-mew in the

Untutored

2010-10-04T10:00:00.001-04:00

Jill's untutored machine clashes and / comes along the median line of meridian's faint paause. O dark night of fair winding and the regular beating and rigging the beating rigging of the riling tents and the companionable sea Wise she wears her bandolier against the sun. its peaceful reigning hip a sign of things to come. Sconce against the rude feet of oval and hickory. The addled deaf

2010-09-14T14:49:00.000-04:00

if the machine works.. its because it doesnt . the period and sentence. go their Jill Jonah.A bill and might stone a hill to toward the riving tribe. along the road a cry rung. desert .and over the hoof. it working . tongue parched hung dry across the Avian Alps. Is there such a place eagle? Her stated need come . Slow as perjury. Fretted the down wing spanning the coup the car open top down .

these brains are filter

2010-08-25T17:35:00.002-04:00

_________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________ _____________Franny's continuing overtures. Sex/me Now.__________________'Yes and then she found my voice, we cross-sexed and cross-voiced. Like seeds and bran.' This was then and that was now: This way the cows cross. A stone's row. And crept clasped wring their hand washing dry. Of course

augmented becomings

2010-07-26T00:41:00.000-04:00

What happens if the diction is addition?_________________ curves roun' s'hell earphoned off to space. deteriorates the rate of going versus the pace of coming ________________ Jill's elbow's got grease off the page. ______________The body emerging from the wave of draconian darkness sidereal espace of the feather crutched face? is it a? of ess we've heard, and essence otherwise gas. cut the

if she's finger

2010-07-22T15:01:00.002-04:00

A paper chase to the electronic hiding face. A changling and her purse's wrapped in gold. Kimona her love's fair to winding up the puzzle. Gushing by the ruth of the breeze chartered every boat. And coat flapping over the flesh of its . Not say and the overwhelming and we;; have no more obsessions ____________they bore us ___________ reaching the pinpoint and bollard the boat docks and not

Mona's remainder

2010-07-07T02:58:00.001-04:00

____________________Come back later for more. Said the __ to the ___ and the __________________________._____________________________Mona's remainder is thought's linen. The headscarf and play by play crap of identity. Bor'dom she returned Janine Macintosh desiremachine hot as life itself. Against the pope's puzzle and her suds. Sister Maria buttocks rages to come again and coming her seconde.

further

2010-06-10T11:00:00.005-04:00

____________ Further comes weather. Parrying its ... compose .... so's thing snipped her tiding waist ~ She's shipping out ... along the tall dull strata... if nothing to say makes her successful what does it .. cliche comes to haunt the head... what does it merit a man to lose his soul! immortal as a potted shellfish_______the punishing god hangs all your cores.. so core gotta go.... find

nor do the geologies of damper weather

2010-05-25T10:00:00.002-04:00

Nor do they dampen your spirit ! but heighten the bowl of winning! the afflictions of the real madness of history bloody violence losing eyes to truncheons! terrible what they did to the young people the vengeance of the state against its enemies. Any state against its enemies.___________________Mona pulled her stakes up moved to the land of between and the complimentary cool of utopian

come

2010-04-26T11:00:00.001-04:00

Come and my and homunculi, (So is Felix happy depressed or depressed happy? Does she hold Mona around her desire, for drapery? O Cooper saying, yes, we gotta get rid of dreams! O Stella! what dream of your body. Not stellar, or strata , but the lilliputian ramble of our molecule kiss.) THis is Jacky becoming a dirty pig! how svelte sweet ~ . And then

say

2010-04-26T10:00:00.005-04:00

Say Mona marries a stranger wearing gloves. White ones to be specific, does this mean she marries her? Or is she had by sex for its own sake? Vouchsafed henceforth, shewills the past present pretending her love for a long long sake. con_jecture conjunct None've ever heard this perception.

this thing

2010-04-22T03:22:00.002-04:00

______________Sow Jill her merry making along the indefinite line of love ~ and its kisses...'Not a clandestine brook easing up in itspain, and cancer treatments, a psychotic paintingwaiting her kids broken off faucet andlaggard gifting over the sundown placethe dust in her nose, wrinkling her fur,her shoulder hefted up wing,of angel andher swooning buttocksshining the songher sexa wordin

read

2010-03-14T14:31:00.004-04:00

read this air and you see the horn . Ain't that the something'est thing ? Jolly Jill leans into Mona carrying her hair back to the roost. All the columns make forced marchs to the wind , and the suffering jesus of the almighty. A cape, a caul a reminder of then and now. Besides the nearest thing to the pleasing plateau is the pleasure they took between memories. Holding the forest height

Send

2010-02-19T14:46:00.002-05:00

Send these whores back to the factory! The old hag bag of plein and lune not the fiarce chopping wind of fine royces!You old tuff dart! _______________Talkinn of fuss and fissures you've got a fissile right up your asscrack! O sunrise of parches! and rackdomes de doom!Someone says to him: if you wanted to work then you would have become a plumber. Jill takes him to her bohemian working class

methods and procedures

2010-02-15T10:00:00.001-05:00

methods and procedures ... break persona will charactersthe left and seizurethe right and liberty_____________________________________________Each persuaded character is an invisible. Say Oona comes along for the 'ride.' Does she wear zooming lens for her soul? Or the line in its infinite variety a pregnant hour to restless tides and resisting the moon light?

tough

2010-01-21T21:00:00.001-05:00

_________________________But the molecules fight. _ No need for but! butt Mona she sighs the whirling gig of her text..... back to back. finding uncover to secret paths. neural rebellion against the Molar monster and their created earthquake. escaping paths to the sky..-------------------the longest march. the First they beat them to shit in themselves . then in others. turn them agains

this herd Jacky dereader

2010-01-18T10:00:00.002-05:00

Jacky was always a friend. A finding rival to the studs and fardels what would his name ascend the deconstructing star? The differance tale speaks the limit. Construction reconstructing its territory of fabled dinner the blind spot the ever eluded presenting of its. Homer cries the boy! Athena gray eyed goddess lint spotted on her ass: spit and shine my jewels! between the being of being's

fog horn and blue

2010-01-05T10:30:00.001-05:00

You want perfection I want to create. Thus Jill's words to her lover. And that's how creatings done imperfectly pregnant .

before the knight

2009-12-09T10:00:00.001-05:00

before the knight was preaching and pontificating... the shoemaker had to be found forging his foot... before every knight becoming its ranging .. yes . come along you tools and bakers button your doubloons the skating's done. This way we have wish for sailors and jawbreakers for needs, hawkers for refted sounds, __ over at Jill's face the lines fret and work the creaking night dawn .

imperial roomsssssssssss

2009-12-06T22:54:00.003-05:00

Infernal flagging . Imperial rooms. Glass of . And . and then. mouth. shut. Times Jill says you you have have have have head barelybody n' yr eyes pop off a staring sudden lonesome Nothing sweeter than your arms legs lips than your voice calling to me . Now , and then, calling between my heart's hope the secret sexual taste of your love."__________________________________________

refine the tortoise nagual

2009-12-05T11:30:00.019-05:00

________________________ if a turtle holds the world wherefore babble longing trying crying... baby's wiper an tear frost.. vous etes la mon amour en chance de chose perdues.. vie .. c'est un grand perdue .. et les cents amis on perdue le glace.. On a commence comme des étudiants en philo et on trouve il y avait des transversalités des deux ... d'un cote a l'autre...l'autre cote était un

scrog

2009-12-02T10:30:00.002-05:00

if scrogging does the thing.. then do it push it away from the Calais harbor heading to Toulouse ... the madmen in the ship .. . the crayfish covered hull the scrawny wharf stinking to high hello and then some low vengeance as when a ship comes back home heading off a whore wire to the high seas and low lament of its breathless song.... and the letter bowed out...

simile not metaphor

2009-11-30T14:00:00.001-05:00

Rough up the adage catapult its drawerstring suit. The Mozart traveler works well agains the stage. Carrying many boats in . Along the what's it called.Does America spell power with an E or with death at every mouth tuba?_______________________Jill's ina swift Mona moving out inoutinexistential.

the machines assembly

2009-11-28T14:00:00.001-05:00

Jill's rhetorical pin wheels . Tears won't hurt them sister there'll be tears to come worse than these comfort them dont attack me for the tears they dropped their tears'll teach em teach how it hurts to love_ god turns his face away from Cain yet turning his turning he turns that turnin to his will just like them tears''l teach about the real fears to come the big storms... and ya know families

love's boot was a

2009-11-27T10:00:00.001-05:00

Love's boot was a god's good foot. ... As far as Jill's concerned the dead're awake living in Spinoza's great palace. His feet balance the term of tinkle and wheat parrying the love sword of love. A brush a bush waved to its frosted parlour. None heard the ululate in the ovum road. Episodic as the bumble bee hubcapping rush he riveted the nail past her bucket seated ultraviolet sun.The good

Sheaf ~

2009-11-26T10:30:00.002-05:00

__________________________ Jill's boot's are sheaves. The smile of death's everywhere.... what did what his name say? I hear the winds... the arms .... the flowers... care's worn the sun away washed off the soap stone's brilliance... the lord don't hear nothing... a friend doesn't hear the call in the hurling sky... pounding ... the bang back and forth.... the rain drives... water the

Holding rose ...s ...

2009-11-25T10:00:00.001-05:00

Jill holds here horses:roses, comatose off the obvious toes marry chariots of gold busting waterfall.The before she knowsitinto thecone shegoeslongarriving at last longat the b.w.o. of the earth ~ .___________Now rose are lilacs and the relating soul is a bursting pane of joy!We'll hold our buckets full of love.______________

asking these and those...

2009-11-24T14:00:00.001-05:00

People are asking questions. Is it geology or theology is she grace of justified immanence by its transcendent rules, the egological fate of the sedentary destiny, and secondary to its puffed lineaments. Is Christ the tiger the wave chopped by goodness what Artemis of rosing sowing gods? O you dare! you dare! back to England and the transcendent

infinitely tall ....

2009-11-23T14:58:00.002-05:00

Them that's so important. Can't keep a clandestine face. And hidden in their delirious regimenting need the smallest pretending it's the larger scope of its determination . And so tacking along becomes like that. Wished for leap. Not quite the night of 74 was it? She wept to hear the uncontrollable sighs the tears of. Not the police but the bashing heads. Was it this way the circus came to an end

choose

2009-11-22T19:00:00.000-05:00

This way the moon works. Cries crime! moon ! sun! war! the Illiad and its boots . That 'tramping on the counterpane' and outside the grimy .. . mist .. comes along a hair's breadth close to truth. Plato didn't dig that with his spade and mathematical genius nor did the stranger bastard Parmenides the square flat of being. Unmoving and close to the rocket lick the totem pole the ricocheting love

come around again...

2009-11-21T13:30:00.002-05:00

That might be Vico and his bicycle rounding the range . if not then why not the alleyway of sunlight dappling . This wasn't the place was it now? She might be on you boyo over the path near the plinth. Its reckoning come sung home. At Calais the forts are nothing left. In Ireland the hoboes are left to rustle leaves pack jackets and ring the tinkers bell. Applause apple sauce and the

tuning

2009-11-20T16:33:00.003-05:00

Turn up the tune Oedipus your bucket's boshed .Mashed between four teeth eight gods, nuns and toothsome side winning. Table turning its spin goes quicker as fast lightening peeving out the god of taste and waiting on table after table according to the choice allegory of its ovulation. Ovum to ring its treasured sweet on!This babe's got her arse on backwards. We'd wave if we could, but darning

Of the

2009-11-19T16:11:00.002-05:00

Frightened of the day Jill calls her pattern. Catatonia kata _ and katabasis the rumbling round the swinging sward. The swan and at the dark end of the far square is that a ricocheting thing... hunkered down stars falling round ... its lime and lemon and the twinge of gods backed up ... terrorized by gods ...Heartily we've deconceived their seed . But down by the river grace's has its

gelid

2009-11-18T20:00:00.000-05:00

____________Gelid might be horses yet not the wooden sun . Come along now ~ we're headed to the smoke room. Wreathed in cloud of idea, and elbows here arms there, heads, over, arms akimbo, the bowl turned over, the camera clicking or the sound and the tape and its there a spot slip on the floor oh its costly no its not its she her breath and breast and this one o her and he there the favoured?

trial by error

2009-11-17T11:00:00.000-05:00

______Trial by error remanding Mona.. Her chair's poetry is chalk and chiaroscuro . This way a teaching's been revved by her commands. And the lust beat down. Not so the mumbling but better this way than removed by force, and edified by bring to and going home she knew her breath sluicing through her . Out to in to out and her girl her double nape and the reverent secret kiss._______________

lake

2009-11-16T17:15:00.000-05:00

_____________________In this lake she reached a caterer the cutting thing underfoot, was something as a song was flumed to its bearable note . Then up it went reaching the sky grounded round a firmament of paste and sky. No one stirred its belt nor the infinite quality of its marriage. This way its heard round the earth the one two one to reach preach its pleasure the beauty of its mare Has

infinitely receding

2009-11-15T16:40:00.001-05:00

________________Infinitely receding in the dark shrinking Spinoza prince of the tear. Clock of the weening word heard its bearable fate, the shrank duck and breaking wave. Not overthe spume but the funnel of cellos.Jill measuring the beat_________________________________

return and fern

2009-11-14T16:45:00.001-05:00

-----------------------Chains had a way. Of talking Shackles bore their weight and the magazine heard the ringing. Mona felt a sun penetrate the rocket weave whirl its summer back buttering the pair of wheat, the refted stalk the keen chair the sudden felt of its church city of nowhere and the throng and the bust the head sharing its complete gentle hour . Thither the Jill and Mona bore

but eats

2009-11-13T15:30:00.000-05:00

Carapace is like having a face. No face. the face in the wood, in the fur, in the seething giant of the poorest makes for descriptive desperate airs, and like a clematis twines round its fender . and the mark has no space. but eatsMona ties the shoe round the lace that bends the leg wishing for nothing but an unconscious preceding itself.But eateries are not dining rooms and salon is not a

this kempt pair of hook

2009-11-12T23:50:00.001-05:00

She goes blank blank up against the wall its furring falling... if the turret pouts and the rain clambers down the chimney will it henceforward be the becoming of trees? Can syntax fuss its rubbing tube down the corridor of time?Every face's mirror knows this way, its grappling and praising .

this river wont meet

2009-11-11T14:00:00.000-05:00

She hear it the circle's circumference, the real Jesus buttercup ontology and the 5 amendment proof of her sexistence . At the living room, couch and armchair wrapped in paltry plastic, she's heard the choir chiming the bells on the balcony, and knowing her daddy is there, shes running the water. If she's lucky it's because she heads south leads a charmed life and reads the right books not the

take back your wall Mona

2009-11-11T10:45:00.000-05:00

Take back your wall Mona, the trees are blowing. Over the side stepping and sidereal space she canters a little like her mother. The godless. Fret. And bowing cape. Not an understudy or a butler but a maid with the dirty things they're supposed to wear. To cartograph her appetite. She's a big fat smile in the reckoning of the world, and its pod

okay my dear

2009-11-10T01:38:00.001-05:00

Aye aye My captain this bliss's is listed. Her whore pan tray's got her good nowhere and nowhere. First between then before before between she's before and the giving. And then she see her before before her after he before and between she's after. She's after by offering the thing her thing.Star forward. Let's huddle skip backward.Scoping the bridge, the ism things come. It's come to their round.

A wall for any other one...

2009-11-09T10:30:00.001-05:00

They're jabbering about a wall| I was at the wall. It was better Up. Better far better. but Worse. Worse when Up. Worse when DoWn. Down Wall. Up Wall. yr wall is here and now. yr wallsome. wall-eyed Sartre my deterritorializing realizing self.Its good it came over. Jill went by. Jill wentbyebyeand by and by. But it was tourist. Now seen some other to caress her moon. its high moon and rathers

the nose

2009-11-08T10:45:00.001-05:00

You hyena hear the body cry. It's revoked by its decisions. It's the jest counting the pronghorn... off it goes... mountain dust, hill rain and .... Jill marries the forest scope carrying her weigh a limbering lumbering truck. This route she has not an other thing to remainder her rose is flue and pirated with humble shoots. Devil grass and hankies, and sneezy things, work her lather into a sap,

Is

2009-11-07T15:30:00.002-05:00

Mona is a communist. A red, indeed, she's red in her head, and red in bedand red in the morning at the dawn of histories.Her desire unlike that ofthe professorsof one ism or anotheris the pragmaticlove of its burningthe rich ship'sterritory spreading ever ready red round the rough smooth earth's full body ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

the wished for ... hope.... spunk like a true Nietzschlite

2009-11-06T16:00:00.000-05:00

The wished for hope the eternal return of the different the repeating petition of I change I am the same I am the different and yet I change ... it's an old Indian song, She think s it' sthe Hopi tune:I change I am the same____________ Are you living in arable land Mona? Moan is Abraham's dearest remoterelative an Irish poor hound, she's bucked her page with philosophical poetic high low and

the retrired

2009-11-05T14:30:00.001-05:00

The retired thinker. The retried varia, scholia , and underlined note spiral notebook. One love affair, two combs, one set of spectacle. One bird, two bees in a glass, a cane, a stick, an amulet._________________Does the transcendent ego bear its gifts toward deathEgyptian style ______________________________________________As fictions go this reaches a limit. Is this say, the Outside , the Real

con_jecture conjunct

2009-11-05T13:30:00.001-05:00

Ah voila and those were the days eh, the ramb.e the gamble and test, a whole continent in movement... restless to its edgs, ready to steam roll, stream over change the surface,fo things, and what happens, is she's bearing balls to the death god : Communism with a human face._____________________ well being a spy aint good for anyone, least of all poets and becomers. A face with a capitalist

no time

2009-11-04T16:30:00.001-05:00

in the end there 's no time there is no timeends in pieces||||||||||||||||||||| Box up your shoes, to entrain for love, your train carries weight.__________________ fragments of a communist intelligencer. Plucked up at the fine age of her verging brains, she's cover'd her emblem with the spillage of musemyself is the dear god of bogs.____________________________________ let's say it last time the

Disabled bottin

2009-11-03T15:30:00.000-05:00

Jill's disabled from her thorn. Like a see disconnected from the whittled down hearing of wave. Not foam, nor spume but the high tide of the river as sometimes its nape starts to seize the glimpse of orient pearl and rustic flavours hurry their way and the one thing stopping the whole campaign begins abruptly rising .Stupid Descartians won't ever understand this gritted girl's lesbian n sexes,

the dicta:what Mona knew and didnt

2009-11-03T15:20:00.002-05:00

_________________________Dazed in Plateau: 1986, spies and bakeries. She was a true Communist believer. Holding her breath, in the midstof the rough contradiction between sleeping and spying:.of the proletariat a communist beach... 'rushing' in the wave.at the hotel . thousands command. Red Square, almost recruitment time: 1985 Jack & Jill in Moscow, o yes, and others the antipoverty workers, the

we evolve

2009-11-02T16:31:00.002-05:00

A pirate is reading evolve love reveal. Explain show original is absolute fault. Man is unforeseeablity his ability to see cannot be seen. His see is sun, an d foresun its love original. The originals were giant s saith Vico but the wishbutt runs round the hide of deliverance_______________________________ Jill shirks at nothing. Her veil's the common drama the drachma of every salesman

verse

2009-11-01T19:00:00.001-05:00

________________Jill thinks its irreversible unreadable and lovable. Its a suitcase packed full of leaves.Not leave-takings forsaken by love's walk, but vouchsafed by the fair fox of solid hump,paddocks, and low ridged mountains.________________________________ But its not of course. Reverse, the what? time chronicled by babylogue and bastardy? IS that the tower of babel and the church of one,

... in winter...SillE goose

2009-10-31T01:06:00.003-04:00

Silly goose gorgin herself on this to write 2 when she means three: how can three beone ?: ... in winter...: "_____O the spring came in winter ."___________________________It has something to with ? music dharma? Indian bodies roaring?______________________Mona's sing song signature is sure to be bound in spliced can-can knickers on this 'dirty' message~___________________________________________

Blown 2

2009-10-30T03:33:00.003-04:00

Blowing her heart in. It comes round the stage, and opens its push. he carries the earth in her side. A frame reprieving Orpheus his Sapphic paydeck. Not the certain shy of the One : JIll Blowing 2|blown the trumpet . Not the stirring theft of this glass. but her lover's bob. Rum tum tum, a the farm. The warm geese bounce the rice and the mouse creature lofty as cretaceous murmurs wonders her

a Bud Ant AbUnDant

2009-10-29T14:30:00.001-04:00

Neither themes nor motif ~ abudant and rich what 're are the connecting bills and burrow? are she share her reverie ... the forms! the subjects the jecting jet of cloud .... the one, the three, the one goose, the ringing history,the powering clangthe pane marchthe noted panethe cream panethe whirld panthe bird spiritualthere is no opoosing of the love birdcoot and hoot________________________

An OVum

2009-10-28T19:06:00.002-04:00

In the sharp current its passed her love . Not so the quaint mum. okay so its finethe way it was. Not the fragment and the rushing water. the river. the the the . the . the devenir. the ascot. o its crumbling we're coming to the arrival of the end. could itbe.? bite the feather of the

ther e was a woman

2009-10-28T10:30:00.001-04:00

_____________________________________________________ |there was a woman. rich. as . and she. cameo . it hurtled it far. . cross. ... then.. non, try. absconded in the consonant. hefted her weft to wheel||__________________________ if its's. then. _______shimmere'd round the veil. the pronoun captured by its event. and the adjective sacrficed on the permanent sense of adventure. each page,

abudant and rich

2009-10-28T01:02:00.002-04:00

______________________the woman came to love . his card was blemished and obscure. So that she could see it. Even on the telephone.INside the ovum shes rich and care. Something to lean for. Or . the whisper of her breast. O yes, the whisper and hulky shape of things to come. and their bearing. this ontology has wreaths to fulsome furl its kindly Air is nocturnal and her ape has none of the

nota verse_ O yes the 25th

2009-10-27T02:44:00.001-04:00

On the 25th sliver of October she was absent. As frayed costs shipper's kept hid from their employers. The gown and hood, motor-board or cap was a chess-setthat wrangled the fair wind of warlocks. She's beast to her Abel, and Cain was thrusting biblical parries to the dust in the mud , or the dust of the midriffed windthat was the Indu valley. And this? Well, she's not certain of volume, but one

nota verse

2009-10-27T02:30:00.002-04:00

Not a verse in time spending the knight. Her calm claim to love's stupendous. The step child marries the god. The awareness dawning of rivers of blood and racing behind her eyes. Synthesis and stupefaction mime her lesson along the long river of self. And its divisions mounting well, if ontologies this, then she's that. Her lover, half way round the saw-saw see-saw world that's square as Charing

fable

2009-10-24T16:40:00.003-04:00

Confabulation __ ark of return. Spend of see. Real of what. Kind of chair.Sun of work. In Russia bear. In this . No, non, c'est n'est pas ça. Risk of worry, life's flute. Come again. Spare no . It's simpler that way. In the sublime desire age. works ground.

EpIStoLary Episteme_ stem

2009-10-24T01:31:00.003-04:00

A lover letter from Jill to ___"Boyo, you are a sexy one with your sexy lover message to me .. and went dancing ... which is morning listening strange music and it is too bloody bad you are not here, or I am not there, or we are where we are and ...guess the gods have decreed it that waybut I imagine arms lips and me inside you."_____________ Mona snacks on this crap. Love-gue. Hardly

__________________ Sobriety

2009-10-23T00:45:00.004-04:00

Saying sobriety is a habit.Anti thought of sober sobriety, its beingness crossing the kitchen sink its near the call of habit and the regular. O yes, them regulative principles... ssssyess...not the principals of high school,or the mess of clean school yards. The year passed its day a breath zooming space of repetition petition of love's prayer. Along the stair. Obtaining and retaining... but

O my scheduled Prince

2009-10-22T01:45:00.002-04:00

O my scheduled prince . A pause a long breath.A medial caesura . Then a remedial compose? She will comfort the ray. As it cause night breath We can't afford to be striated in our work. Two star striking strata face each other. The belts the gear box_________ the plane ______________Mona's skirt hooped between ___________________________________________

call it nape of knight

2009-10-21T18:19:00.006-04:00

Call it nape of night.In the schizo parlour. The parlance. Balance. switch the phase. its nothing not there(inevitable tide of degrees)or production ____________ it kicks around . summons renew.its mouth rocking round the elbow.

on river and quill

2009-10-21T01:18:00.003-04:00

Jill lives on river and bend between citations, invisible ledgering and administering love. Mismatch suggest to choired flirt she . O come there more. Evermore. Her club's a suit and tie. And rings worn close to the collar of her buxom half breast. Mona preferring the late night to the morning tide ripples her tie with candied soft maroon she's always early evening out flanking Jill's tardy

hurt

2009-10-20T15:44:00.002-04:00

hurling yr spoon. the sun crack'd her head.over the. heel the. rain. then. the . then a__________worm stealing the book: gormless, and we're going horme. O yes, the accent is all but the hurtled pillar of doubt.were the personae like this: little schizeno, Mona, Jill, Jack, Franny-Fanny, Oona. The the other hinted, alluded at, hyperblogtexted: a sense in voice and radiant raiment of their '

Please introduce ....

2009-10-19T10:30:00.003-04:00

Please dear introduce little schizoreno. And her gang of dumblings. ________________________________________ after calm water Po _______________________ is that Li Po looking down the drawbridge? Moonlight over the edge an alliteration tingles in the water's spear. 1999 We drove over the Great Wall. She married the sun, and empires unbuilt their thrusting tiara. And those others in red

entering

2009-10-19T00:38:00.002-04:00

Entering duration Jill finding feet. hefting the lengthy ruin, an apple in the street, a caring womb in the dusted yard.... was that a tree you sung about...a god stood chapping her hands in the falling rain... the falling rain what a whore figure that is... come agin' then milady we'll steel our cream burying our roots by binary dogsMidlady it is Oona Jack and Jill caring for the veil. A

what is a disease?

2009-10-18T00:29:00.001-04:00

What is a disease__ Mona pensive . Hurried out the steps. Carried on the wings. the seasons breath’s come. O come ye knight of the back rub and the drum dubdub the long haired lady and her entourage for love’s peer. He stood saying do you think this is where you live. Chessplayer piper man liver woman catdog ring worm solo artist second

accented to the future

2009-10-17T02:55:00.004-04:00

'Private property has made us stupid ' ... Marx by way of Michael hardt... a communist project.... A wonderful positive affirmation of the life forces of the day.... Ah the beauty of it, the vision the beauty of the body in its whole effort forward this drew Jill's line of thought her living loving hands sharing the communist spac e of her , her herand so the discourse mingles with the poetry.

eh

2009-10-16T13:30:00.000-04:00

The last hingewe wantis bourgeoisoguattarian, eh!

Jill's philocksophy

2009-10-15T15:50:00.004-04:00

Jill's thought drawn up as by a girdle and not a girder she's rolling hip. And close-fitting clad in wraps and snaps. The world's a gift encircled by her paws. O her pause is very mine and mined the shaft of rusing ... She 'used to have a habit' then hr 'fire went out' she's terrible that way. her clutter is phenomenanl and outreaching intelligent as a ass stung bee. You could say

Sex me now m y ....

2009-10-15T13:39:00.008-04:00

Yes and then she found my voice, we cross-sexed and cross-voiced.Like seed and bran or something like that …. What if memory were the seed to passing recollection and the future forwarded its grief like any passing day say as if fat fortune kepts its balance that way and if the series multiplied by strange paradoxes and then we turnthe little corner , and so it might appear to

Of these authorities

2009-10-14T03:15:00.000-04:00

Come along capture you're spent . Now its rear guard factioning. O really its tillage and rain clunking along the earth's side. Its merit being nothing but the wrong-headed doings of dumb men. Mrs. immanence handing crumbs to her page. Her squire's not the ego's last citadel, nor is it the penultimate vestige.Each bum's a method. Not a simple thing acquiring a chance mistake reckoned by the