these brains are filter


_____________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 any witch. Does the whippoorwill!

Come again you frosty devil!
sing your herringbone dry._____________________________Keep the trampoline high jugglers. Jongleurs of the forest and high ~