To: Joshua for freedom

are you on.........est tu nu?
paraplegy as it goes provided me with a bowl. Every crumb aches, every crumb aches, every one plain bold. My ass is raw, I have cancer, lick me up before the wind brings the west to the mess and the east to the print. Terra Miha one zone of ours, ici, aqui, walled and warm. Provide us with sexy pinacolladas in bowls of bran flakes, half guiness glasses and a portion form here, there, a tart at Onasis, a salad at BMB, everywhere. Terra Vosotra is glimmer but dead crotals dance in front of your eyes, there, mayors, eat out and you will swallow both, crosses. The radio spoke of none everthere but barred us both from L.A, militaire?.....Samaritan vizirs, this is my demand, let us, prisoners evade the tower of Zelda. No placebo, no elixir of Juvenas. You will be pleating other names now, love shouts, the gun is in your pocket, we have the letters and the police, the army, the cues and Memphis' tenebrous revelation of two being tied by the wallet and smoked away until the servants have requested a date. The date is prevented as the snake in his bathing gown asks for more time to prevent the insurances from revealing the bodies naked, bathed and masqueraded into one another since the time men bound women to themselves. Dessert, monkey, ministers, lopsided smiles and instant print lie solicitors, the war is ended, provided a bag. One is enough, the cellophane will reveal hairy nipples and crotches-skillets, Lemons, I will paint the floor red or yellow as it were....the samedi, the reed, then...Martyrdom, cranberry, salvation army, then, backwards slide, mimeisms, glass of chantilly, Hotel Lermod and tent in the field, naked, again, we have nothing to prove just too much jelly on our hands, speak! The raft to japan brought a smile to the speactator's face, lenient, fake but the polices say yes. 20 minion later, I sign my own name uder the body dead, naked as a bear, as erected as Tommy, the real warrior lands fla, primed and proper by the reassured crowd in the street, lining up for a peek at his body.. In an instant the red carpet switched around and...freeze frame.....white men, dressed as the kings and the firemen, invaded the green land, ambulance, innocence, two kids burnt, unwilling to forget the scolding or counterfeit the rafts for room 100 at the Lisbon. Blind as a bat, the maid named Helen, circles her nipples with vaseline, dear damsels, marsupials. The Rose-Mestre danses and explodes with rage. Half a name!~Black donkeys eat your bowels as Orange firemen, purple wine and white lies eventually made a carpet of phlegmons and cyanide loopholes....red wine....under the table a cat will one day lick. Teeth and breath united in a cold embrace, nails and tails, as under the altar, in a black robe I breathe...Jesus helps the ministers and we fly to the hills through the tunnels, helen...The castle is still in your hands, Master-thorn. Stay around, pretty neighbours, curious, eavesdropper, friendly strangers, neophants, the rats locked in the cellar, everything here is lavender bawl and butterfly mumps in honey-jelly free, msg and holy water blend and both sing the train. Giant mosquito, Terra de Nagal, there bare, the dead prayer (Christ), mouth open, beggin for a leg or a thigh...believe there! Me pure bare, you embarrased and surrounded there by naked eyes and raw lines, question mark and a smelly plastic bag.....................................the letter to them: I did not maim, we do not mend, we are solved at Notre Dame and the rat is in your house. DeaT |