Fictions 4

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Flight and right turn to the air backward. A glancing to a seaming road round a feather to end. A nape a standing clarion but to regular refuge and inside the space of its fled. O my! As the mother canvas and a winch the by-road her claiming breath. Esau's pillow derived the willow strand caring at the edge of a path. And her kirtle. Not something akin to the ever-known but counted by the ray

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Bargain basement love. Let her to begin.A soft start. Incipient to rays of sun. and whether the big inn. And at first plate, a wretched coal diver! Of this ass she walks home vertical street down the declining upward to her house. resting her ass to the . Zhou you are this rental thief, a fiat against capitalism! And your whore body. Vengeance in their accent and lips, but O how ssoft that

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It's the body loneliness and sickness that kills us/that makes us sick/ makes us die. but death isnt it (but breath's contrary to every reason including the dialectics of the deathcastraters) (signifier copcharacters pulling down their mows on everyone!) existing anyhow? anyhow ~ is it anyhow lower case lover and Upper Case Hover and the sentence is grammar it speaks rushing to the end of the

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In her heart lots / Lot's daughter/ ruins and forks/ fort like walls crumbling round the basin of a sea .. gone back to the edge of time's boulevard. And the round rinsing gum of time ~ of ruins Of this Shelley said and Mona. a ruin of lots and timber! timbre timber! for each ruin's brain a knock down dead forest cluttered memory. body ache. broken fell bell angelus de death. s's body

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________________________ She wore. blue pants green shirts and their slant silence was palpable ~. that night naked at the discotheque where repression wore its name .

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______________ Semantic bodies. Crowd the age. Crow the raven's full burst. As glove to glove the herring gull ring ing her full troubled song. Full throated to the aging air and an eagle drove by cutting the skudding air sharp as the thing sign it topped a sparrow riding the dark hair of air is it talk or night dark and light and the dark whoops

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Sensual concubune consensual. Rose Eros reverse verse rose to toes. Not lame 'america' the choking minimalist of their crushing down of all that's good. Rose opening her apricot . As only to be resting her flair. A wish for somnolence and prettified by every darkening song ~She's had babies galore to his future (sailing) already to reckoning her past future present with his ~.

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Is a cock a mouth that she sits in it? As Mon'a umbra fumbles. Taking back clocking. Retracking. Of witch to heft a broom bargaining a t the basement of tightenting and the lilacs smooth as the ass of the pert woman, the pretties girl, her buttocks lush as the permanent song. Of deterritorialization and the capture. No one hears this ~num to reach the nun ~ she of

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Crystal night but clear. The wrong diamond and plays. Parlour to . Awakening. Peels the poorest back their gait. Not an honest candor in her bone. To bone the rearing sun. The dark. Overwhelming terror waits i n . It's a dark space. of . and bears, wolves, other ~ animals crept the wood, is it woods they say? O birch of silver. sliver of laden moon pouring its terror fear over the

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______________ JIll and Franny dance in the sky the sky' s a fluttering woof the roof of knights and ladies in care Levity lambent the knight ________

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Jacky had a lesbian daughter. Boarded in the south of France. 1973 the year he travelled she travelled . Ravelled by the rumpus . Time's gatling pun its fun . No a fairwheel a pun, not punishment to its loving denouement. This way everyone saw the good and bad and the bad was stolen from its creator. Torn of its baby. The baby gone bad in its cradle to the abortion borted sun. This was no good

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says to me is yer implicature discourse based? or shell bound? how is yer reflex modal logic? come on, hold on to yourself, get a trip on yer rib. I am the lover of this treacher'd terrified king, king pin to your rollypolly sides. More____________________Naked to glory's her bottom .plunging the joy of her buttocks round face. but the other heR sad low slung buccoks were rushed to sadness!

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_____________ Her back is naked the light grey . Manfred .. the room is a cap , cup ,, a terror of ,, and hefted word up its ,, rocking what is the mouth open so heart felt feared? The back of woman is a pearl, then why the fear the twitching turning around gazing glancing medusa hag ... gaze of terror Of fear who looks What monster stole the kiss,

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____________ Rubicund Mona ( and ) her cherry tree. The dower the bower the pour ~ what thing's kilt sways her kirtling in the wind her winsome sun of ~. and then merry around again this lissome cloth to do. If a few came it's cause her double loving cherished all, pleased him. It's questioning. The kiss ~. And found rare gold along the way ~ . This way the soft path

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Unofficaila. Fecal. Unfold yourself. liars. Stand fast. BY the gate. Pated fool. N'uncLe is it you? stole the wrapped sheet of my mother? Was grief her destined crockery? As was I to defeat my enemies. Dans ce connerie. Mona's enemies are dozens. She laughs,it's farce. the old man of the nuts, and balless as the dummy enunch.Laugh! O nun. of 'partides'. and other wastrel Ithacas. and the

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if her crabgrass horseweed aster broomsedge shrubs pine hard understory wood oak hickory and her Jill joining the navy knowing her way. The coign of things presents their upper yield in the condensation of the forest. A pure thing of absudity which makes her a martyr to the common thing, not a common. ______________You got cornfields and tics. Eyes to maps, Gold to dig. Rings to rub?

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No one knows this the way you do with you hair hay and flowers . Nor the down song of the holding fate Not a one thousand ~ touch the faded ink script of its trying scholar. Nor the shilling or pander the ape and its gorilla . it's he he he you hold hostage to this precipice and 'of a sudden you are tired Sudentland and the breaking page its something the matter with grading and curves

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We have to think about this Mister D! its trying tyranny is what I think! _______________________Guattari always play her guitar. Lives between ~ . /time _ Poetry _________________Do you actually think these thoughts? you old grease bum? you old fartivist? you fouist lambaster? ---------------------------------- CD___In the name of Mona! I retire. ______________> Guard at Observation Post

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Jill's brow's ploughed with this and that. Not a knacker to bleed nor a dying mother in Horida.Is that the hat that he ? Come again my lovelies dilogarithms never do the trick . The shot, ___ if the cyclist knew the pithy instant of its contrivance it'd stop bold face in Halt. Half guesses don't do, __ Gesso on the small and painted statue also won't ~ Keep away your pecker! she jerked

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Have they seen the figures? do they? across that crossing does it bear them... over at St Denis the mathematician wore his medicine . and this cool tense Mona the woman's gallop cinder to her bloc. This note written in the draft checkers to the draconian law ~. O little http does shelove ribbons along her long shankand the tindering budof her capacityblithe the merry pace ripcordbalancing her

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If Jill had a foot it was a leg. Lamb to chew her poxing down. Cussing every near word warders her the fate of trillions. Minion and millions she's the darling grab of everything controlled. Near and dawn, rare and fine her wool's the parried sort letting its slip go wide and ? Franny __ where have you been you fool skinned knight of the long chair and chariot. Your bucksome

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In the various BunKUM! vein low backed low-vowed body she's charmingly sane. Her summons and her return to Paris and the seventy thousand thieves. What on errractic on earth is this wishing Jill? Come along my huffies pretend your notes to the one and only . Malarkey! Hoveing to the end of _______________Her back's naked exposed. Shes got rip and skinflint nails? Over the narrow and brow

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In the multifarious vein of her its summons her return to Paris and the seventy thousand thieves. Jill's ineffable as the ridge in teeth . Complaining about her size ten eleven in shoes, grocery reels, and sudden thunder. As when the sky approaches dawn keeping its quit base clean. Running on the rapid . Not early nor loud but budding along the orchard of silver swan and waking leaves.

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Mona was herded _between my cheeks lover like youonce were in the dainty dark ~ in the bottom of lightinverting the tunnel the order of the thingsthe placement of the objectsheft bound for rented hills and table tops ~

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molecule ___________ Jill says to Dada enough politics ~for a lifetime of a molecule to whirl its becomingsround the bed ~ return to void __________________ if that way it goes better to sediment in tin ~ _______________________

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Mona wears a tin hat ________________Only in Am_erica. does this make Mona.What she is is a hungdungslung cowboy. Like Jesus herself and the girls. All 12 of the secular. Ecosophical stepping tones to serene living and better days. If once she had a hand in the skirt of another woman she's won the day ~ O her lassies! _________As for myrmidons murmuring and

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_______________________ Mona holds her cock cloes to his mouth. its brushed the lips. its burning cause shes had for years. cant get fixed. shes fucked out street living tramps. banged whore and wonged. no way shes coming black. in the naked body . bawdy . her soul. glued to mouth. _____________________is repetition then her difference? the bitter cousin of ingratitude and bad spelling

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__________________________ Jill gleams nitid in the gloaming. Mona said nitid not nitwit! you imbecile~! hold your gaffflies. ________________________

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Jill has Franny for a nomad name ~ it swerves shimmies and moves along kick ass orange to her blue tumble weed ~ The rest of them can go to h ~ ell ~ in a handy basket of drove an' drone ~ _____________________

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Jill' got /has got teeth in her sun ~ . This way she bargains up the round fetter ~ of working class solitude... Oona's other bodies are hidden formed by the fierce feminine property of her design___ the star benighted daze and the night has lings soughing in then out along the haled space of her capture Only partially perfumed she's heard the track of owls in the

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here you go __________________________ the idea it thinking around rose , lilac, tender lion, cradle, author, maxim, zoot, corn, born, thigh, roll , etcetera ,,,,, loom with a true not dimple cheeks and red southern belles or fauceted accent . is yer fiction to pleat its many seconds? _________

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here you go the idea it thinking around rose , lilac, tender lion, cradle, author, maxim, zoot, corn, born, thigh, roll , etcetera ,,,,, loom with a true not dimple cheeks and red southern belles or fauceted accent And Mira that start never quite invisible to the naked eye unseen made , no invented, say or some smooth sur_face. can it be shield? shy condoms to aiding her face safe.

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mONA WANTS Mona why does that phrase ring true alluvial echoes of chamber mass of ... thing to other.. and she's wishing sunburns on the god. Deck to knight and frisbee to its longing .. a locked chamberpot.... No. Yes, you fat turnkey the punning wheel of disgrace is not the Bodhidharma of grace. Nor are the gangster idioms chastened by respite. If you've got frisson its because your alphabet

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_______________ No one hears the knight ~none hears 'cept eyes yclept! O bronze and bull and borne ! the tog god ~ Festoon my foot! clapped by the forest eyes! bugles to her tomtom cat bye and byes! O bye and cry . What lover speaks that way along the wine and wind of sober dress? Mona's drill is Oona's plight her troth the merry maker. ________________This way slumber's the creation of

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Jill finding the kind report of her longing . Oona marries then its sacramental touch, along the ass of preparation and the percolations of stew. Come along my sitting ravens, refine your white breasted doves!et comme ca on trouve les embrasses plus fort que la mort ~ Nous sommes trois dans le couvertures des amants ~. A little schizoanalytic desiremachine to

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As the paranoid police of your body. their body. it's a capture mode. rangy as the sudden dust of ~ nervous ~ rare kind the tangy taste o fher ~ What headache is that? her rhizome thighs. Blue as night blue as knight's garter belt blue as night's garrett. Lie under these blankets lover one. Jill running the whole world . Did she grow that way, a leaning tree leering winding world

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___________________ Jill roved, and roamed and rolled. And her name was darkness . And she pulled the velvet wool over their eyes , with love. And tearing. Pulling with the wheel socket of love. _______________Over the waste bins and dumpsters she kicked dogs, of pigs, and hound of, place and farce, and axing them all, she took off , on the lam, beat to the west coats, and, further south, took

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___________Is it turn ?of her arms"Have they seen the figures? do they? across that crossing does it bear them... over at St Denis the mathematician wore his medicine .and this cool tense Mona the woman's gallop cinder to her bloc."then try again lovies the bird flies low in ... under the radar ..."Of these sail furled arms none get nearer ~________________________

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JiIL is who and whom and whilom and something to pass the trout. Adds up to salt and vinegar and coffee in her malt. They say http what do (not a doe in the wood drummy!__the woman's ass her assMona cries) it have to do with your running back? yur outfielder and baseball bat? I shout it has everything to do wt metaphysics and wine. Sometime springis a grape potion witches dance madely dazzled

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Over speech and figure she's always found the space. This way her pace is flung forward the movement time to her boat the waves bashing lashing the .. rue'd help of its premonition and the jerking sound of water. This is love's sound the sourd of grass and waterOnce she heard fragment was the passage between things steeped in the pebble she reckoned it was not far gone before he'd arrive. In her

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Mona recalls poetry as a way of fiction but cant recall for 'certain'. Enemies've planted ball bearings in her head.Recollection's been "con" fused with defecation. Acrag is a 'cifar' (she sing shofar) and so smoke rues the temple door. Pounding on its gate! Pounding pounding . Since she's embraced her quest. Then all things do content. Form becomes matter to her seizing shape.? Question mark to

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Jill in its place gets a tongue . heading back to articulate aristotle in her prime . hoofs it home. cross the navy beat. the ragged hip and long lion of her culpability. Two get tossed in the unbearable skate of her Thompson machine gun.A bren gun!~ Is this philosophy with a hammer? A jackhammer the suppose!What horror of this blanket statement. We'll move the enunciation back to its place. Love

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---------------------------- Mona lives on the wheel of fortune, not her weir or intent but the gabled river of its promise, global love on a store front. The nearing tears of her eyes cry Pater to the swollen sky, and its brooks of dried banks. Fair thee well its pride a caboose stamping its will on the pregnant and perforated thighs of a goose passing its good-bye. The goose crenelated

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Feeling sorry for yourself won't solve the situation. Laminated selves! begone! You begoobies! I weary of your batted patronage! out with your guests! down with your dongs! you leaden pipes and bastard wankers _____________________________Jill heaves the cutlass burying the mace. __________________________ Shiver me timbers the bums are being down on web words. O! Shoot! the paranoiac

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Lady dendrite is not lady deleuze . nor Madame Guattari nor the tired. Nor the the . The the. Nor Mona nor Jill and Franny nee Fanny. Nor Jacky _ nor shovelheads on piloselles.__________________Piss on your backwalk backyard in the days of learned. Not the ablative lammer of soft tune. Nor the blonde flocks o golden locks! ______________________________________Rest your fictions by the ski

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Proliferating futures is Mona's past tense. Her wish to step aside letting them all become.Not identical to a hair-cut nor a pocket knife, nor a pocket lover. Her banishment to his blandishment to his bumbling effrontery.O this way and that he bodys uncomposed to the zone of its frying Decamping to any zone she's bones to the cutting waist. Not a permanent state ofproper penuriousness but the

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Have they seen the figures? do they? across that crossing does it bear them... over at St Denis the mathematician wore his medicine . and this cool tense Mona the woman's gallop cinder to her bloc.

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forced march___ Mona's mouth __ not a period but a place to bear ... rushing leaves... pullulating ... ? not so ... it's not bog and fen ... then? .... death to the wolverine . come along there, would ye? she drags the copse bogged by its plate. come over there will ye? not so the render of clouts... cove along that spot over... gather your thistles .... The soul is one the road ...

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Leave at the Metro please. The riot's have begun. What's that? can you maybe hear so? hear so ?its hearsome to fierce folly and her plunging .. Methods and precedence procedures for accounts payable ... lent cash goes out there the window to the left and incoming loot goes entry yes, the window at the right ... Okay got it... now make it accounts ? debit that's it we need debits and debt then..

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Ringing sounding along the floor its nave ,no further thanO yes further that its called to hearsay Other than that sure to be blowing your whistle its dangled the strong arm of love's sue.

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The pressd feet. Next to its opened vein.Not send but harboured its turfed pent room. A thing in itself marries the hour. Catchs the pants as can can will do. Not a dram of ego yet mist unravellings its fork and the path of most resistance the flood line the plumb layer the splash page and the Evelyn tree the elevator lady gloved hands smile and her uniform buttoned to the spit that way was

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Is there one or two? Two can be one if it's care to package its ringing? And about the deadwood we'd forage and ... Jill staggering .. wont' say its trippy to its idiolect. Need to its parent. Fostering its trumpet Pan to its Syrinx Around the city these becomings cover path and pay the nightly fee. Its' forest and forced the love bleeds.

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---------------------------------Obscured your blanket darkness . The pen's mightier than the dead silent. Of__ tinkle toes and precious congestion.Is the fold of reaching platitudes membrane and tamping thought____________________________________ then figure becoming bifurcation. A more crowded split couldn't exit. Not that kind softly and the pastoral message playing fast in the bummed out

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Saunter its rough hand. Come round your busted. Not her the one to hear, her play off cuffed the . Her mouth of . The appearing Won her place at the smith. Rested her . Come to her width. This way no one hears . Then she lays by. Love to her akimbo. Willow to her luck.

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is not the plate she played trolling down the ramp her ass skyhigh with the waving tent and the billyboot and the tent and her beast breath hearing too late the forlorn boat hogging its last tale of shore and pull its husky true pleasure over the bracken tearMona farms words for a living others make murder their sole occupation and the divisions that quarrle the walls hammering in the

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the project Jill comes hunky dory 'long the lanes and shores of other . Places spaces to their going and telling .AS . With any navy boy, he's girl to her lass. Tackle and tale to her last ending. So the ending . Blossom goes. To its beneath told. ________________ Pause : Hurtle. The bells and ring. Jill's Mona and Mona's Jill over the smooth pleat plateau to its churn. And ring. it does

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No one has as many as you. Do when you charm the buccal cavities narrative to their song. And the puffed. And his worry. Care to its . And she rose she rose. its now a thing that wears too . She rose and she rose its a thing to wear. Not pell belle to A thumbnailed sketch to its book wanting weed. and the portrayal of gens. Not the thing of loose tribe and tubular _ So you fragment .

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---------------------------------------Jill dwell in Mona every house become. And become her house her lodging and her this that svelt to key her aging swear. the curse of love's near .Holding my erection take two she's doubled her mouths to basin sink. The river lava pumpsher maiden swish. She's lesbic to her doubleself sexual.

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It's where we live. between the strings and effortlessly over the treble clef and bar, chorded to our nave self omphalos to the bic pen and mouth to respirate mouth. gish to bloom her gush. this is love's fair sworn woundtremble lift your waking body swan to her suck ~

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Look every sideways /Plush to the gurneyed ground. Eye hefted to its slyvan fleece. Come along you twotimer doubler. Yer gifted lesbos is no fate for this doublehanded glove. Lover to its wicked needles. bender to your pretended lore ~Construct the hour of bodiestheir live boudoir of mouth lips and ring. No t a lady lookin out her papa but a babe sanctified by her need. Noneoedipal to her

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O sheer she's riding her burnous and lambent as the time Nashe traveled his iternry worn 'down' to dust. The old swashbuckling sower of word and heat... the vegetarian lust ... what the hek is that ....? Mona 's giving him the askance gaze, right off the tower's battlements... hmm so they say, yes, so they do. Yes, like the prose that works best bedside to its couch the comfort of the four

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Heartbreaker. Mocker of . Four. And then . beside it. a tit to cry .. a tit so... ah! hurt .. gas.. p cry.. for.. or .. or . displa.. ye..d spa c e Did cry its socks tearing ruin ...not some old thing but the tawdry bank of love a nd it s harridan ....

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Jill has a brain with no heels in it.Tap tap along with her wand, wanderlisting the long liver ? it's her river come along side the dare death of knight. The way calenders accrue dating and timing watch pieces and eyegaseous .Something .The way rivers tumble forward? It's the spare spent wait of the cimabueand the river of detox. Free hollies wafted the prune, the cutpurse of th--- s ~.

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Jill loses her mind ona regular basis. She's aregulative principle you might say, she'sworked over by allegorical differences gorging on the idea of winsome wisdom and the confounded boat at sea _ leeward its nippy at her ankles tiny breast. She hears the vain call of whipping boards,and ripping her gallows sheet, rings out her name ! my only water! the steering course! thee oarsman come to my

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There are many workshop shopping where Mona habitates. Digging in her digs. Logement des fou. Sombre precuser to her rent. Ghosted by the hill top maze. its coughing desing. Not dasein to her pent up fancy.Secondary strata: there 're many ~

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___________Take this book___ its mouth is inward yearning its breathyour presage and the decision walkers sauntering the city past two doors pivoting three and four swooning at first and the eye was a witch hunt jumped the cable it hung there mysterious as a dream likes to be and possible by a small margin to hold its tongue. The sentence writing itself as a curlicue to its bowling alley.Now

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There have been none|incomplete it's her mastering the string pillion the restless mare, the kind part and heart of its beginning. Is genesis like this the precursor shout and the balked out black night, and the black knight of her horse stirring the pavement centaur to her thankful song____________________________Jill doesn't turn her near belief . She's cut acaper her step along clogs and

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Paris viii is her friendliest tune. She hearkens back to the dark doctors their capes aswoon in the cradles of learning. This books took centuries to carve and she's part of the starting . It's carrying to her pigeon walk.Love is like that it's always a century long ~ . And she makes the shapes she creates.

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Hold your heightremember your depth the oral delivery of the man's ideas was stronger than his seen.If this one achieved that then the other accomplished a licit freeing of the molecules of celerity. Jill in a pensive mood, thinks that's just hunky-dory fine and she's walked flat-footed like any old thing to the infinite sigh of her beginning.______________________ Mona: are you returning to the

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Jill's back in the hilltop and she's covering ground she's not seen previously. This perception of hers is visible invisible. ________________________In the hollow around the cusp natives've whispered her name: The Tuneof the Body without Organsclinging the star of its rough hewn package ~___________________________

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The summer passed with wheat. row on row glowing gowns encumberedrugged shape.It's the brain weave chuckles sparse to its newness novelty across the ass . And the chugging boof of its rooftop glimmer. Marries the thought, reels the haunch cupped to its body without organs. Along this plane of consistency the tear follows the strange vedanta of its furrow. Not something like this but that. And

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Cheer the right world the only one this one its heyday sun and merry marking chase. Its spirit bloom and rum a tumtum its grand walk and feisty fair.Is that how you see? a cardigan a weight bowl and rigging on the boat. Climbs she goes up monkey speed at her splitting feet.Up your rolling foot. She's a scamper and then looking sideways back to the bottomthe pit, the other guys down there. She's

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People are a dime a dozen asking all the questions they term important. None of the 'big' people like the democracy the practice of it anyhow, as the real free speech is free and messy and not well said and made.But Maid as the french parlour and its wicked wacky sexy waste.Poet marched to scaffold. Tumbles along to floor. body heap, bodice stained. bloody head over there and here. guy in black

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Take the totem grab its nape by the beck. no the neck.Repearting herself. As river swish. gabbles the wheat. to get the hover. Marking time, stamping prelates, gamboling priest. not the priest of the ritual and the high place at a temple but the champion mescal and the feathers tearing upthe eyeball, fearing its return. cutting the climber . Of institutions and intuition this . Jill's no

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The passage on the ship. Broke the darling waves, marking its misstep . Who'd know the differencing as it cut around the air its loom coming back tending the last garden and the aerial view of the thing.A long the mountain top, looking out there, how could you know? And there __ there Mister _ over there's that's the place they meandered. Like a bull and a path. Pithy to the arrant wheat.

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____________Madame Mister Deleuze's not home. Shes gone shopping . Bar hopping capital cunting rarified to the sickness of Oedipus The sick mother comes round. Jack who's not Jill kicks off this deadfish sickneurosis that clings its disgusting matter. Round the toothless sanity. Disgust roars its out. Back the downstairs out crossing the clapboard roof. Down with the hitch , out with the bitch

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The 'true' is the word. Levels its lariat and lair Mona ululates pulling her feet, her copybook stammered. This nerve has plenty for more, but narrowed to the stake its called the ones too often for dare.Shall it please the tepid water, petals amuck in the bidden water, frightened by feet, chunked by pleasure seekers?One spell can know another. Often its breath is relieved finding other space to

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Theme and pedestal her true love mocking the moon. Howl! you bugger buffering the waves the wicked particle trapped in the feet the catalog. She says that does it, and its winding course has passed the implausible river and the stream the brook, say a pond, and her pintle, match the point .She's had two and four. This box of catch and unlatch holds her back, she 's a hod carried her to home

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Turning __ No not turning so much as gritted to the solemn oath of becoming.Agog! is her native bust.her native tune's bent turned to forked rhythms.

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Fanny peels the corner of her becomings. A biting tongue wrecks the orange. The suit bears no owner excepting its last tender lathered loin. What body conquers this dust? Of the shadow no one's heard its legal tender paced by the ebb becoming of true ~

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______________Above all don't keep your head! lose it she shoute d sherereading the lines of the text as it cross-patched _________________So Jill then found many things texted in the base of her brain's silly woof and warp the woods of her jouissance and renaissance. The night worked like timber, it shivered, matting the preso tom and the Instanter deist worship of goods and words. And their

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She's a flat out crusted, flimsy flatfooted as the something and other plains ... where thebig Chiefs once pow-wowed_ a palaver honey on a good day, she's outdone the other dames without trying... at all....Fugacious __ Fanny _______her wife Mona_fugax, Franny fugac_(a latin babe)_ dig ? She's a well read and ready to split, flying out ... past the rope_out the yard___ on the lam,scram the

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Truant as a bashfull . Basket full of twain the water and leagues|if trouping is shining she's back to the land!Land my fearfull loveLand

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Franny meets her in the bus. it's knockdown love by now, and she's crested the top of the roof. Like her, the woman's a double and her heaving cries the wheeling rain, and the socking fun , wait she's roughed up the sauce and it's hit wait and run.She comes by later, plateau of arrival and the glove of the chivalric plate.If this way she knows she's done its better love than done.

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Shes not morbid, and the Right pause ferried the left brain. She came over the drawer walkin into his princely head. This was head to Love.

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__________________ Mount wheeling and paddle in the truant night the truant knight of inn infinite love is love 's infinite catatonic ____________________ Jill forfends the inevitable her probity forbids the rinked hour, the pated rung, the stre... wheat, the ward misted by luckless visitors preventing its ship from harboring its best passenger She's alert to the avert astute to the tie of

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If she carries a phone, it’s under the secret guise: of a brown tweed blazer with half-leather collar and a red sailor dress a blue and white striped blouse with lace bib black___ this does not accentuate her breasts, but furrows the appeal of the subtle swell of their smallness. Monday she wore a gold metallic cardigan black and yellow and ... raddled stockings Pretty fancy gear for a

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Nona as Mona mark the sport. Oona fraidy cat wont let her sheep go. over the bilge and round the tramp steamer. Bums wonder whats the gig. She creeps around the edge bevel of the tiller. This way she's marking time,and space is a naughty thing.Jill recalls the French word: the saxophone the wringing of hands! the pairing of geese,the catacombs . Something about the time in the Resistance. The

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the names have been changed to protect the guilty|Once you know their names you gonna know why! Hmm well, Fanny kiss my ass! Its a wretched thing you're encouraging! a terrible slut! a chattermanger... she garners and you wend. Slut! ._________________st agustine is not one of them. nor the professor that daddy brought me.at the Paris 8 place for 7 years which is a lucky number for that rounding

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Shes a short savant. I saw a sanistation worker. Sanistation? yes,a metro worker, clean uplday. saw her didnt recognize first look. shes . there, paper . sort . of. anyhoW I thought it was a homeless woman. looks ... anyhow, then realized she is workers are homeless women .. worker without a job ... homeless nomad bum on streets says to me, come to me make love now. i am your mother. you are my

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Billet knock about . produce reproduce produce conduce deduce deduce seduce deuce Jill holding chair. Fanny holding chiaroscuro______________________Jill works day night and between.Times she pauses between the varied nodes, trucking her pathroad over the hill range of tar. Not tarnishing you silly goat. What bucket hangs over the well calling up the heap of space reaching toward the curtain

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of hook. and captain hook. and mer _memory and blind .... take my hand dear... Antigone... wearing ...the soft apron takes him her handholds his balls (of love )

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In the village. She grabbing the air. its the spot that Plato saw. its an Idea. A raddled thing pumping things up by th e second. In the production factory.Mona has airs of love. Calm chambers covering the earth quilting its fair share, shaping its thick wealthNo one owns the earth Ask yourself why you pay rent and to whomFranny camefrom the mountain dancing the rough windand blue potatoes Can we

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A be see the avenue. And ambient appplied amplified numerous. Face__ long horse __ short __ wide, squarish, oval and brownhair hanging back, ass round as curves on a 8 ball. Mona, the bexual lesbian sees desire in her skirt everywhere. its day and night, and big bad men philos picture revolt everywhere: the Big Story. meantime, she cant find her lassoe. Its that one she want, and that .jacky is

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Marvels bound to please, aint they Jill... scholarship and the ringing things've flounced along the treeline....They dont cease. as the ceaseless rain beckongs forth the huggging frididaire and frog. Nor do they cease to amaze us. Our ing is thing to its rich in-self its teller islove. The bank teller clicks.Are youoffering an opinion or talking smoothly? Piffle your mouth, my sweet puff. I have

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Hence there are wheelies ,carnivals, paper routes, mythologies, fabulous beats born of thorn_ and beside them is her. Shes white as stone clear as a zipper, and her button down suit is well worn at the nave and hip. She's a wink in blink crass as any corset . Excuse me is this the way to philosophy lecture hall Vincennes 1975 between? Is this_________A woman 's smoked filled hair.There's always

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if you take off your dress we get married its what she said, andhe said. taking them meant wearing them, donning the brown and white, playing master to the subjective, the subjectivities of part and whole and Mona being the she goat that she wasHowled at the moon the moor_______________________

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_______________________None as Mona mark the sport. Oona fraidy cat wont let her sheep go. over the bilge and round the tramp steamer. Bums wonder whats the gig.Does it transform her into a mezzo-soprano?Or a baritone?French is a more lovely language when recited by the philosopher. His kind voice, spacing the words ____________Alors il faut marcher d'abord apres la rivière, mes amis ~ .

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Come home lady in black balcony says the rooftopand listens hardercurtailing her intensitywishing on others the very worst of times she's blackballed running high agains the blizzard windIf you knew me like I knew me there'd be no knowing its cognitive plate a fair round to replacing bounders, cutthroats, and every single cheater that ever walked the earth.Tough birds don't fall with the flaxen

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________________You cant get in the river again! you ventriloquizing thingamajig. Wont the wording hurt? It'll seethe your arcadian heels! Mona dives in the dark gray longish river. She flips around along the keys of the plaster painting parttime she works it s. it's not love nor hate that thrusts her pipes, her engine's burring....Another phase, let's say with Jack and Jill rubbing hands....

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