YOUR SPEAR

my spear? Do I dare to receive of you, On my plates on the path of the holy ceilimg of salt soda strawberry fried mind...Yes in your hand it sticks and the city is forgot, the day is the day for a peace warrior steal the tyre mean encline and bang on the droum your hurts, fater Mother, hers?
I laid on the wand and the table spins.
The tunnel, my dear, the naked fields, the friendly bi contract with Jedus cleavage recitation throwing a warmth inside one necklace and her pudding, fighter, here a glove, the table yours, my friends, amen, there in Japan the bay of Helia, naked be, we naked fly this wig in a fig Trystan and Ylan Yolande du Vieux Meyreuil...et la mort de Fifi deleuil, ma troisieme mere d`amour et...pas le droit a l`amour, mon dieu, eux 2