in image
of not was
_expression and
Swindles and SWanks! the GRape Pro. Verla
In the name of the paper mummer and Sonsir let yer IOU Speak the name of Silence by bent waters.
AindDear Christo as know you are thrist figure of the Chrissy yer novels are wondrous wings of ideas smoothly slinking down yer sex.
She: But there is no Christ!
He: hands around yer waist proves there is,
and he's between my legs!
She: Yer Resurrection gets bigger each time!
It's the Second Coming!
He:Christ Jesus! by the lord loving Christ!
She: don't take daddy's name in vain! you know how he was about Becoming!
He: In sooth come closer to me with yer dragonhop and lip of lope I want to chomp them right up the old foodaloodah!and he's between my legs!
She: Yer Resurrection gets bigger each time!
It's the Second Coming!
He:Christ Jesus! by the lord loving Christ!
She: don't take daddy's name in vain! you know how he was about Becoming!
She thee superDragon: Darling!!
Christy Baby you are cooool WHy lower yerself to the debating drivel of dull academics
Not so for a novelist
Be a novelist
Not an academic born in the mists and farted gazes of Aunty Del and Uncle Fran.
Some space of episteme said
Of course you may and many thanks for the comment. You do seem to getI kIss yer HoMoSexual.
it. Bit obsessed (should that be fascinated?) with doubles for starters AS I also Kisse Orphee and Eurydice's and Supreession Dagon my wife!
He: Oh foodaladah!
_______________ These are some of the thoughts of Jesus on the crucifixion, the schizophrenic raver at her altar par excellence in medias res, you dig daddio, mY Splonke`m is atruntem to seethe the sweet of yer skit.
all my words are on parole...
yea yea yea some bugger master on the triling of asses. some .
experimentation.
For Us Poetry is a way of thinking and writin, a way of life, and a critical reflection.. of the machines of desire...
Alors, eh biens!