14/09/2010



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 . Ruffled the plains Montana, Arizona and across the cheeks of your eyes, the Samaritan mariner. By Sussex station she kneeled weeping the man's turn. No, not that over the seconding of its station the pleated place between her nervous love  __


                                    So Jill and her memoirs, __________________clinique to her 'page' age to her suture. the atopos marrying the sestet the second page. Not a fair swing at age, but the proper balance of keep and cold. Something over these. Jill puffs. Of smoke. Harries her poaching. Rills to the eternal sound bounding. Bucking the true code, its deterritory to her ringers.




Does the expression primary repression. Totalize  the hour of her glimpse. Ass and fold. Its been Franny, and ass twinkle the caring eyes. Eyes and ass?
Arse to eyes? Marrying your christian death song .Not immanence and the gaze.



                       Come to your tablet . She's balled at Socrates. Come along toothcomb her bucksome skin.






Either is neither and her clothes. She wants his body in her mouth. She love his dark. Not quite skin as the word suggesting might but the dark of his becoming her Mummy. Not the Pharonic glimpse into past time s but the refusal of despotic amours. She's come to her. Son child.