Heaven is a tight Band
whenever the rain falls it doesn't fall from high heaven is heaven is mostly air uptight in strips this & that some mind you breath remains. It. Sum. Mit notiert es. Haben Sie. Steel rusting. A Schallplaten-existence. Edison Rules are transformed in 'lation', a concatenation of power failures. Moths into There its fur into slime rolling over to our side i.e. V1 a pagelet pasted particularly tight upon Her Apron spelling the P1 protocol in Gold. Memory says it Could. Don't you Dare Look at Me. Miss Louisa Summerhouse Donkins ('a Carriage person') is closing in on Time itself, some whitespace still needing cleansing, then her foul breath shall forever ruin the chicken coop, a society not unlike You, filled with Poets Prophets Painters and Lovely Maidens smelling of sulfur sappho & liquid acids. There's There too. When- Ever the rain falls, it does fall, doesn't it? Put the glass with the wetwarez in the cupboard. Those are Truths that were her eyes, Fuller. http://www.vilt.net/nkdee/cameron.jsp (yeah file flies)