Monday, July 25, 2011

Landine pushed and shoved at the practical. Her main thrust was the pixie dust. Feeling fine in glad rags that drift on lotioned skin seemed to be the thing. To carry out even exciting plans was often too much trouble. What she liked was to be acted on. to be affected and effected. Hence her devotion. Magnet to the action. To say that a man is mine, is the potent portent portion. We all know about the thighs. What is poured white? Every plan has an aim, but some may rely on ricochet. Woman astride, and so on. This is my devise. Milo my love. The stranger lover familier to no other.
the body at ease. leaned. the woman in a pen. All this and more shied away by glances of perfect perfume. As daltons of paragraphs collapse, damned by the tendency to repeat myself.I slam. but easy slam. round about what the eyes were surrounded by. what I mean by slam is am.lotus in the onus. winded in gasps. a relic of what is grasped.Mother, we chose the same chinese wallpaper. petted and petted and petted and stroked, it was an unlovable dog. good god. the worst named thing is jellyfish, which should be called AngelGod. The spirals and coils that delight profoundly regardless of the sting. Swat at the distracting,darling- I am distracted by that. The juggernaut made a thousand swats.The hands shaped like how they cup the face.While I twine, lovers dine. My fate is to be a pool.Wind, relax my strap. Lover, my bossy harmless. I entreat in perks.