Giant streaming variations…tape recorder…knotted in spin…a vision of falling…a falling falling…gravity pulls through me.
5.4.11
02/13/67
Mother I am your daughter and daughter I am your mother…large wings round out a hug, mother you breath into me and in me and in me and in me…a harp in shiver, shinning lips…mother behind the wind, left there after the wind, wisdom, a caress of mother feeding her daughter, sleepy milky thoughts…
Naked shoulders beneath the sky.
Naked shoulders beneath the sky.
Naked shoulders beneath the sky.
Mother where are we going to go now? His dick is dislodged in fear, mother how will the seeds ever be bountiful.? Praying to you I find my loneliness more than all the seamen that is gunked behind the prophylactics, trashed…
He wants to know if I will blow him. And you know more than wind is needed to move the sail. Mother you know the blow is a trick cripple. I submit my will.
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