Eldon

AnnMarie Eldon

Reliquary Mime Attachments

1.zip I shave my mons. I pull it back and reveal my clit. I ride it back and forth along your shaft. This image I keep among Fallujah bits we-know-not of-what that scattered as November leaves do in England frost blackened or perhaps post-firework smog shard flakes in anycase post-fragging snowsteaks these fellas helicoptered spin-thrift-dirt but no onesayin’ n shush 7 stars floating around inside my cist; let’s hope resurrectionists don’t find John Nepomucene’s beard clippings. Reputedly drowned. I rub. They burn(ed).You moan man shit. We all fear being found out. I close my lid. Lyke- wakened lips sealed. 2.arc Your cum splatters dried to an un- remarkable farinaceous lace warp a- cross my shoulder: homing pigeon drop- pings. Noah’s the first but him too old t’have grown his own did the entire world’s. So, I’m reim- bursed by St. Francis’ birds. What he scattered by way of crumbs, by way of a total disregard for sums. Not counting recompense. No sense in tallying your Asperger’s daughter’s private verbal babble orgies first thing in the morning with my seemingly-saner-simpler ADD son’s terse logic to meet present’s target. We wipe up after last night & count blessings by the light of what matters into Assisi’s sampler sewn “Sweet” 3.ico “The lower is not invaded by the higher,  nor treated as a convenience and utility,  but sustained instead, and its proper  value respected” Trojerucica. We had just fucked which took four hands. (Res: you heard my child call, not me – in my little death) logicality’s isopleth step                                 stairs                                   tap                               water £ Stop frame by Oxfam vase She’s in Trying to make of Her a Trinity internet Adobe Photo Shop print less pixels less less pixels She’s sellotaped to my Fiesta dash not yet like a dingly dangly furry die in the Landie not warding, still a Two Hander                                       Mistio: Her sacrality condensed *how immense you heard her call* a Thomatic divide he would not have it so be 4.swf Dymphna has leashed a 24-year-old man planning to turn himself into a human bomb for a devastating attack on the capital before Christmas. He admits 2 girls died in his house, that he dumped their bodies in a remote ditch, cut their clothes off and set fire to their bodies and the clothing. Police are investigating claims that he persuaded young boys to take all their clothes off while playing slot machines in his home, on the pretext that this would stop them using hidden magnets to cheat. There’s no room for him in the little heart shaped box which contains children’s milk teeth, a lock of hair from when I was blond, a crucifix/a broken rosary, a piece of rock (crystal), (extended family in Montana), a wedding ring. These are BIG things that take up all the space a heart may blow            so thus   are dead unburied                dead shrivel led                dead take less room

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