3/03/2009

roseblow and blow

roseblow in rose flu in rose its which heart crows across land seeking fright as AntiOedipus galvanized her geeze fast talking speed-o-dial lovers who then and now merried night's witch.

merried hands of witch flight. heard the geese flow. perceptive inrisible invisible. as the caw-caw-caw wrangles its warren across the feet.


is this the space of?
Jill hankers her deterritorializations near near and far.


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she maketh the wind to hover.

her air craft is crap dala loose

her dump' s dung to her nearest text. Her lexeme is torrent to her goat's spurn. She's hampered to her main dice. Her control is billygoats to the end. Next to the next to the next is poontang delala. What deja vu musters its support for her hope. her gasping hill is shipped to her lessons de pull. Dumb waiters wont do in a jiff but a mess is a storm in a pipe.



Toodleloo Antioedipus your farm's done played its fox, and suited every gibbet to whore songsung.


Gibber away me Heraclitus I have found the key of ending .



_________________ Is this the shiver me gibbers?