Jill getting home

Now Jill got home from La Border clinic

One wayward soul was plenty. Enough lasting a life , and more. She rogue her prose like any other suitor. Kept to her jeep the keepsake formented in the silver wish of her err timer . Not any egg, will do she recalled.

I am the Big ObJet A. Not the between one of the wroter is as I write. Come to the blade of grass, see its harmonious crud.

I have no cancer in the middle of the eye. But the blessing is always the lasting fortifying up truth after itself.

It was 1967, she had her first son. THey were born in deluxe packages. There's no folding in this knave . Her mouth wrapped around it.'

It's for me to understand and you to breath.


Of their market

Miss Mona arrested. By the d.t. shuffle blue. it carry her to post and piste. Or peeved by ruination stunted her lope. While Franny saying nothing to the cheese. Italian Revolution. Autonomia working on the car. Yes, plant.

Slant eye she remainders and is. Over the glove. Of her bearing . Not forsooth. that letter cured upward its sobering cost. Of its piecewood markings there is no one. But himself the rest are kinder flyers. Over the control street. No one has possessed this.

She walking roun' schizo ring won't vault her mate to homeless.

_____ other better becomings than those `.