Anti had no brief with the hucksy hussies of puffed out lacquered lyricisms.

---------------------- what fat plateau is that Mister Polar
unconscious , is yer invested desire huffed puffed to yer interest?
Do the thing swing around its edged. Combine the ripe word with your orchid.
this way you make dance happen ~ happiness.

Antigone Mona stood on her head. The somesault self was her berling belonging . She did it better. the words

dont far fetch their desire in the time . we live. livid

apple trees. the honey of birds? O the honey of steal.leaves me. strangled. like the walking on the beaches loooking at the peaches.

Mister Anti wore his sneaker. backassward.

Antigone stretched her appled gut. her mucksie sweat ranked to high heavened . alocholed fumed. was her tree. wild? she was a deterritory babe. Indeed.
His mother

was family bourgeois son pig of dog. rich bastard.

Antigone had no time to bath. She was gashed to goodwill. its pill of contrail her winging thong. ass lined showed to honey bun.