Surely but This was not the Hope we'de bet our Best upon. That's long, Long Gone, and al for it's to queer an quibble in a dusty place-goodbye.

it's a besatial etc, a crawning crow of shhhhhh'taw aw aw! where fellows scry away their lusty moments in the wink...
how linear, htmlling it; & the ironies of an intent to express things circular in this, the world of rigid binaric edges. gotta be destroying it from within
(to utilize this linear ht'mling
engaged towards
a multilateralist destruction thereof)














essy


....yesah cath/
-arsis-astration-eter


Polyamoury
 is for
 wolves
 +
 wild,
 undomestic
 animals

hey brawni: snap to a nunversitile vag.
            ~[that's....]*

Hey, babie. what's this, so.
colour yourself in. Snap to't.
Rushing around. etc etc.
(get-your-filthy-hands-offa-me!)
the cheif thing is, & wrenning.
ague.

*off it, off an a silking nhay, mhraw? jilky seesus, ma-nont!		                                                                                     & each collage especially exists in it. with wholity, the world of women,                                                                                                                                                bounded & unbounded by the edge of the page, (thoughts that shallow never                                                                                                                                             outlast the sentence) & regurgitated other many's works, i am getting to know                                                                                                                                             voidless. i want just to have a novel little place i think. to theorize and apply.                                                                                                                                             "just" pah! i want the moreness, and to spell other objects that that namely sole.                                                                                                                                          but trembling i'll concede it. replace replace replace & place. what is that                                                                                                                                                      vocabulestiary so affects the course of your love? & each letter represents a                                                                                                                                          mood of galaxies like to her endless waist.
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