Sunday, October 28, 2012

100 Words a Day v.4

October 28th, 2012

trump girl turned garrish
little litters of corruption drug through the ringer like a load of laundry

awakened once as the traditionalist; increased by the larger lear anthropologist 

flares fly; turniped wasted upon the flower

greyed gently amongst the admirers 

The wall weather speech-back:  assumption by crazy method - ten cents worth of a Saturday - but such pictures of a rock has a spit to spoon...

And how she looks at me comes down to a flutter of the leaves now falling and coupled with sour weather
there’s enough ownership to last us the rest of the week, taxes paid.