18.8.09

Mona gets her ownsome



Mona was born in a rhizome. She burrowed her way out. brushed fast the gold rink dark harir along the linear cavity knowing when it comes to waves, they gotta be short. wait? short hair is tory is it not her tttoatal tit plopped out. Her mouth a harbinger of liberty, her . what. no long waves were Whig. her wig like any other satin stained cloth fell to the floor, love itself was a knot in the door.



She cashiered herself. Chasing sudden widow. Barrowing the latent pocket. She's gasped to her goodness. And is it this and that?


The wave grows . Each particle a hurtling pillar, a cramming smashing . thing. aimedat her baby finger. Shes mircodot down now. At

Anytime her match is becomed
her round buttocks skillets she's love to her seven harpies. Well, jewels are like that. We live at sea the hound dog bay married women with anglia accents do have their perturbations and attraction.


Between any merry chase there's awl the all the awl that wall. Come again, dear gloves, dome again.But

Is she not comecerned with void? Is the audible not the grainable if taking on the laster's voice? She ringing her handsome of out of boy. SHe hath married the hail strong storm of wam.
A For mere near an far she fan. Her tutelage is every puffering page. Her radial smokes are bye-byes in the sun. Kettled as it is by feet smellin of sun ~ . Shee evermore herselves when knotting dates. her palm leader is capta to her amaze. not an Italian egoist at all she 's ferried to her navy
the high lips in the bathtub roared their fasting swain ~ .