these comic fictative ~

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"sinema goget waitinfermovies" , "sisterdeley frannny monasinventor" , "siter mariahunkers buttockstheos" , "sop oclees yerknees" , "usedtobe sortof influence" , "ver terr ittory" , "Abelablecapababable neathenorth deistmachine" , "able country doctorofBWO" , "andyhandy man engineer" , "bach andhermother daughterofgender" , "bitterbuttershrive usedtobesinbut sometimedesirewalker" , " eurydice fretlinger fetlock" , "calmer thanyouandher kidschiz" , "clear still parniture" , "deleuze fran moona" , "Felix Guattari" , 

"fictionsof cd" , "grass of china"

, "hereader diss hereaderssthere" , "hulsen beck fantasiticprayer" , "jill franny" , "saint joan etcetera esquisite " , "Rain false x" , "laundry yers andmineshoes" , "lizzythegoodone goodfaith seenhisface" , "mister plateau" , "mona`s home maiden made at" , "mysymphony nadadaorcanadada itsthefifthmovement" , "nietzsche the one" <,"usedtobe'>nietzsche@lists.village.virginia.edu>,"usedtobe sortof influence" , "sinema goget waitinfermovies" , "sisterdeley frannny monasinventor" , "siter mariahunkers buttockstheos" , "sop oclees yerknees" , "nietzsche the one"


, "mister plateau" , "mona`s home maiden made at" , "mysymphony nadadaorcanadada itsthefifthmovement" , "laundry yers andmineshoes" , "lizzythegoodone goodfaith seenhisface" ,  "jill franny" , "st joan of stockyardings" , "hereader diss hereaderssthere" , "hulsen beck fantasiticprayer" , "grass of china" , "Finex Latattari" , "fictionsof Mona faFranny"  , "deleuze fran moona" , "calmer thanyouandher kidschiz" , "clear still parniture" , "bach andhermother daughterofgender" 'seen this one before'
, "bitterbuttershrive usedtobesinbut sometimedesirewalker"

janine@hotmail.com>,

frnow truly one can w'one'der who is who? and so then, one can say this
and that
and it is better
butt

... I kiss thee with the dash of deterritory as
I am

A Knight of Infinite Catatonic Faiths... indeed deterritory gets about

for now

 You take Franny  moon-eyed  heaping up her miseries one at a time spending, mopping, washing, ___ No, not hushing but blushing at the waste and ingratitude of the paranoiac female machine self centered au bout de la limit and now 

(and Franny's not female that way but becoming woman as wave flow furl farther to its latent pier)
           with the cellular' contraptions and gizmos __ they can really go to town! As long as they wait she howls! Girded grief bellow to the  horn rimmed goddess. 
                God bless her molasses skirt__ Moon blind as she gets set for the cage? in the telegram's waiting clasp .

Tawny tusked    ~  and ribbon weighted she's balling out her boons  ~  .


Tusked tongued    ~  rillfull  night

:Two stories

bovine bull.

______________ Who cares ?? what the campy followers of D and Guattari thought??

And who says, there is a Freud, beyond yer own excessively textualized reading of him. "said Jill, and walked off into the sunset of self-referential excess . Weary she undid her quote." Then Jill climbed to the top of Guattari and Deleuze and said : Behold Poop On Freud. And she read: In A/O Freud the Henry Adam of psychoanalysis. And then she thought haunt ever read  Hamlet letters, thought about the grass, and China. And she was sick to death unto "despair" and closed the book. Oh she breathed better then.
____________She waked in her djinn bottle rambunctious to her blessed need. O kiss me woman on the bus. Yer bison bursting love.

______________The arses of this world . American consumer subjects_ ACTual prototype, plaster molds of their type world long the swim in the pool ones at anytime consume pigdogs snoutshits off good, products.

Yikes and Yokes said Jill and phone Mona on her desiring telephone

and they had -.

Okay. We're here at last, with no face and no preface either!

push date

Push dates and ink ring. the top soil. ring the two . and tower. as if it. approached. the sullen height of fame.  So 

Franny's buttocks framed the world of man.

and its sixty seven coatings of paint cumbered with thought and pestled mortar plaiting.

Feather its goose. Haggle its chesterfield. Come round your copperplate sidings.  Along the fronting and back to genesis.

Something of these things felt the chard kale and the whooping green collared fruit. Of the vine that meant its place to become love   ~ 

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Jill licked

her thuimb

becoming risible

invisible

ribbed round the

cage

of 

the buttress of its  need.

If

If Mona finds holes it's because they're the sheer size of reality. Buckling along the thing, the past tense spat heels to the  cuffing shoe, and ringing by its collar, each merry maker convinces the persuasive fact . Its being. Its being exists and the trolleys prove it to exist.

This way none have any bearing on reality fealty the dead drop and camgaign of the frustrated week and their freak show. The muddled resentment and the 

carrying on  ~ Neither

the blister of rock or its cheap leather sheep    .  How burden folds its wood light by this sheaf.  Never knowing its difference finality and the rubbing phlox of its lane  . Pink purple and mauve ever to their need, run along the hedge backing grove after

grove

No one hears it Jill's moon is the predicatory love of its subject being  ~ fair north mariner to its company   ~ 

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fizzle

 No one has it not e ven the old bag. Harridan of the chop chop falk... something closer to nearer to its event its effect harried by lens and parried pews...



Jill comes home a 21 year old waitress waisted at  her flickering domain dominion to her sole fault.  None have reckonded on the harlequindade of romance!

Along the step of the bank... scholars in huddle formation geese honking their best whirl yet and the others plain stockings and the clothing...

appalling marks of truth and cleavage and the tinest of breast peeking almost out water'd her mouth taste a moth curling ion on her bended wrist tricked by the tic tac of catch as catch me rainbow! innoncence at the Mona's shrew budge


Among the blithe tricks of this pasture she's burrowed a million caps and hopes to her lesson   ~ .

  Ratcheting a period afteward.

tin

tingle and its hot . tin turns burns years as the spell boundary lover. caught in borders and tenement popouts and cuts used by praxis riddeled agents of change to hope its reeking of love and the forest. and this way my claim is your claim. so love's cop soothing the wrinkles in time. buttering its matter with the forest sun the yellow gleam its  

and then its as if something held

and she wore it well not very well  but well as it would be raining by the pine forest and cunning to its raft. along the precipice and the closest thing nerves. never never and love's folded thing its wing of crushed charm and weaving climes

 So Jill married Mona in the chill of its project. Set back by the project considering all options off they 'd married the moment closer to the tear in the socks and the rainbow hug     

of love and its favorite slings. No has control of it. Making mattering and muttering.

-------------- Episode S of the unified plateau. Memoir of a swear word. Cursed by its cunning knee.

And a goddess spoke rough handled by the tourniquet key

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    and she no yes twice    ~

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fresh

__________________What happens reading Repertoir et differences! the deconstucted soul brother!

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yes in 78 . it was .... yeah... and we came along to hear the guy speaking. again. his voice was hoarser.. no . we were weaned on pleasure the surplus value consumption trapped in 'ur solitudes.... before each day and night the Monday and Tuesday after... we flooded the week we fled... rose to the air of our encounter the intensity he emitted... particle and half wave of purchased thought... harbinger and habit of beauty...and Jill was very cool esp after the grimoire and the gangsters left Haiti high and dry ....




Mona sobbed the funeral... knew... knew within seconds he'd jumped hundred feet to open... casket.... death


then the crowd was sanctified was it a leap to the pilgrimage height of immanence?

She kept riding. It was 1978. I came back from Italy for the second part of the talks on the plateau about work and the barbarian surplus code.... we saw Felix there and in Italy it was night itwas day but a few months later as in the twinkling of an eye everything went awry---- friends've been friendship sellers, consumers of their own production. Guegads of their surplus sexlove. What a pity in contrast to them days.... We slip through the cracks to dance its molecular revery....

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first button

 is the orthodox unity . caped winged and catted. cougars and buggers. and merry den making. and off the wives. and heave the boulder. colder the feel tramp sprite light its nick spot weight. Not restless but going giving receiving loving available becoming.

So Franny's frank capitulation to truth told.

___________________________________She pushed then shoved yielded and the moment harried. fell

down on its swooping  titmouse to its love club.

Restless as the catamaran narrator.

wrangle it

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Proliferate every moment. Ting touch ring. Between the verb... herbagee~ counting dusk  ~courting musk she's wearing core clothing... nuclear vestments for her cage...


wrangle the feet tomtomtit dactyl to the bridge marionette its stage, becoming its feathery cope


round the edge of its flowerd haze   ~

themes bend and unite    ~ seeming to slink into the things an expression  married 

along its pole

the rent of cumbersome 

gifts weeds

to its

backwayward

crowd   ~

rink to play

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Rink to play. Think fury its parrot squeeze and the schizophrenic knees beneath the battering. Not will but pill making ... sassafras... grass... for the obscene berry ~

_________________________Jill's moniter . Thief to her begging food from assholes never lent a page in their lives.

Jerks to the forward obscene harridan hags always righteous at their asshole's revival ~

____________ A truepenny for your thought winding out her master's pair she's gotten every subject right, ridge to the claim, sequestered to her unwilling game ~


________________ If Jill's one she's one two three ~.

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if this (head) ache has no one

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Manichean was not what .. she ccacacaarrredd for .. Not that way the sun. And moon . And. Its galloping height. ..

your dance god's swollen.. wanting... not wanting... getting... forgetting .. the lyric strain Orpheus lyric pyrrhic to his shed...c arefree... pyramid in the blazing sun...
Mona .. Lovers are thirsty so Mona the moon and and sun ...

________________________those calibrated bodies .. something along the line of mist.. lien of resistance and dispropertied spirits hung on the dry ... line of flight... not a line of glitch but resistance's best name...

tender

 Tender render the love's coon cocoon baboon its primal warp, the purpose days fuse hour's mighty thaw~ proliferate the thaw as alongside

the strata she's . and housing closer recline every slumber... Okay Jill moves on at steady clip . Marriage of figaro. Not a rest to between. Only the ones who 've seen the cute thimble of her wrecking...

If Jill spends 12 years it's because a doctor knows least and  She's extinct a Yahi to every member of her clan.. Not banding but but apprehending the apprentissage __ Aristole's mason. Yarrow, bramble leaves, ...plaintain horsetails...pomegranate flowers... cures  falling womb distemper  ...Aristotle's chemistry...Mistter Botany and the walking talking school... snakes skin   take comfrey roots an ounce, rupture-wort two drams, yarrow, mugwort, each half an ounce, boil them in red wine ... .  A reason to live in this world versus the shady  cave thinkers ....  O  field of generation... O

be held up a s a hand to mo u  t  h    ~

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+Wrangles her tooth cant find glasses to fit

the perfect match of nose eyes

leaning readin titling head

loving the loving

book  ~

what ho

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 ________________________Pom! Pom! Pom none has a wedding core as these rushed  similes do in the parchment and wet waitiing   ~


Hence you duckling of the cold sea's deaf bride . her briny soup'll oil your fair weathers, gushing beaches black shit of oil's barren brief. What hail and ho its prim weather signing the dotted sheet of crossed and I's. I's been the diction. And escape it not your favored medley.

Has Jill been many to her tomsome? tomtrombone thumbing over the hills of play and the genitive runs out... wired by the sound the gracious knocking of things rocking together   ~

ointment unguent~

allies and dominions. confederacies of filli'eren.

It was the forty seventh day of her request, the plateau of minding.



Texte ecrite et detourne._______________Over there Mona's face her breast. Camping ground other. Lip to suck mouth old mother's cow. The brindled toe of bidding donuts. Not cute hamburgers, plated lens, a nd other foster care ware yet renewed by the happenstancing riddle to true bread.



_________________A mama's last boy is her son. What rule of thief guards this way? O shrew O paradise O loam   ~ lover liam   ~


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Why did the afternoons go so merrily . Lion wllow's .