26/07/2010

augmented becomings

  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 ear from half  


the proportionate bulk of decimal becoming  ~ shes uglier than a hen in sin her partridge wing sunk in the choked lake. And the head byre born warped in solemn oath   ~ .


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22/07/2010

if she's finger

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 resting for a second it lands at the lighthouse harbor. If she's finger its cause no one's lighting the can.  If purpose is defined by need, then what's love. A copy cat on the rainbow trout.

07/07/2010

Mona's remainder

____________________Come back later for more. Said the __ to the ___ and the __________________________.


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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. Not this way a god's decease. Her reckoning spelldown for men . and their crazy rent. Yer tired of the schizo paradigm. I'd rather live off a dime. she says pseudononmyously. thatway it catches everything and a ring.


Bambozzled by buttocks and walking but not a freudian slip nor any slip of the told tongue or the tongues of light and the jungian coverup and the salsa triip.





Thy was many amble by her rear mirror was sauntered to its cambering luck. She paired her as come on the street. Metonymy! Synodockehe! Neqw York ! you square.


Let the fatmen holiday in Gr eece while thousands languish fighting for a piece of life. Not the rulers of tourist their gambits and saws. THe torture machine pushing at the rages. Nor the double dabblers and honkytonky men the fat men round tubbed pedannts rambling their shovelykeys in the face of the dead. If you thought he was the good as Milton you oughta have done more. You frizte'd out ultra plus minus sighnn.

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