11/09/2012

No one

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No one's seeen these___ awkward pennies make dicks run ___ ruins Mona, as the alphabet sea of love. Knows and walking to the store shows your glance gallery a making up one two four and you're gone ~.



Alongthe heels of the pea
Mona heard the moon clothes line hung dry.
Like any weather son she's married to none.

  Open your sea! chest you ragged street walkers!

________________ Gone! Poof! poof! Jill cries the anymore   ~.
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15/08/2012

these those

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 Does your transcendental ego dance the way your normal ego does? does it work that way phenomenologically? does a  bird stare at the air? do monkeys grab feet? what is eating ?

   how does a  church bless passersby?

    Questions Mona asked while reaching for the Sartrean paradox. No one has ever heard of this word.
Nor its dog night. heart felt

   And what of the others? If  god was the immanent beast of the  small s and the little s then lovers had made distance a way of life.

Mona grappled the paradox  suffering the anguish in her body hold.

A hold was  a place in a ship where the goods were kept. So it went with she and others.

But others were the other in the mirror of reality transcending its affixed name. 


___Jill backed down the boat looking for the calm water of still styles.

But the womb felt fatal and aching she was alone. As his alone.


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13/04/2012

encamped

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 Encamped across crisscross the plain: Eidolon___ and the dead woman . blank dead weight wooden stare.
a bulged bag of sac. is this obscure to her pretense the deathly conceit her cone shite, deathly on her arse.

Not so this Mona who's thus to her loving curtsy!

if jill has  a shire then it's a hit a hut a village for bodies to raise their  wings, weaving to the raining sun and the rising flare of its sun and shine before there holding its back bare branch forfent   ~.

id And libido escape this simple plum. but broken on the treble clef they're escape d the already shaped things that are said to be expression.
 Now jill cant creep her way through . this trew and thoroughfare.
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  A shrill meaning to each priority as the band wordless to its daring. Molecules aship ahoy! The pan man and rain woman her feathers to keep daring summers of her winter cry.

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31/03/2012

Mona_____________ been ....



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ill who's not been ....

 Fanny, don't bum my tits, you braggart! Infantile trains and derricks to ramshackle yer hoists, infernal conates sisphyean swish anatomical rapscallions. English is her e_name and love's biting ass her tame ruby-shipping rump. Hunkers to slaver over were the boys pantalons. Not mister nymph and her eleven by forted hexameters.


Could i t become odd thing to rest the twig of  a  tree?  as with  the tiked accent its bodied  imperative self/

23/01/2012

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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 plate and more her worn away salvo.
And bears the blue. A king done by night and rest.






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o this is where

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              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 shamble and a step and what's that comma doing around your mouth? 

                                                                                                                                                                    
                           Apricot coconut the coeval ocean shaping its rusty claim this mounting fridge the wave of blue air, a cape, a pen, again then reckoning. 

                                           Caution to merit its own daze.

     Around the pavement ....     Jill  ...        ...  patter of silver . No, a pattern of glitter. Not that, glimmer. Said hum to mouth. Jill stammering her Celt. 

    Murmured to its rustling tent. out to later, back again time.

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