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This blog space yet another chunk, a bloc.. of the Fictions Jill, Franny, and Mona, a poetic..blogography of Deleuze and Guattari. The space of epistolary becomings,the chaosmosis of prose poetry. OnE ThoUsAnD BlOgss ~ William D and Mona G This blog is consisting of all sorts of platos and plaketoes. It has no shaken artisticaristotle in its throttle. Rent free dynamism. Contents of this Site©copyright 2004,2005,2006 by Clifford Duffy.
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we\'ve
We've heard of night and its belongings the possessive trail of unions and reunions. The transcendent god and her roles ruthless as the sun . The tail's turned its hubcap madcap to the perhaps of herding feet. Never a sun to tear their song.Mona tak...
Wash
Wash day was the rainThis way Jill's got headgear and that's a lot.A lot of what wrought iron steelis the worn path way up the meadow at the top or the sort of ridgeof the hill's peak. that's the way love is its at the top'__________________ Mona: y...
in this string world
in that string world. she's beckoned to her peace. O the wish of . the ,_ No, its not the unconscious that makes us happy . But unhappy as the old symbols dry as dust. and beside that, what were the point of its useless trappings? If Jill hear these...
nominate
T'was how she heard it the merry ship of Windsor. And the remainder? reams of legal pads, and the king's head frothed in the ruin.And the beach, alongside the odd knuckle shaped banks .. filled with people wearing cotton and ornaments, hair wore long...
Mad_dame nomadame
Madame nomad has many babies in arm. In arm they . And so. And then. And . Then. And . Then. Andthenand because becausebecausebecausebecausecausecause causeway______________________________ Was it Adam madame nomad. Are you nomad to cunning deed, or ...
Germane ...
________________jILL'S BRAIN afire and works the steady night. Her jewels feet sank the hardy star,and reft between blink and boom tear its fine disaster down. No word's kept her this long, its foxfeet running in every plate. No way to rummage the so...
