do you remember Hunka Munka? some of us may...

porcelain roast, all the best for veegan feasts, you cant eat,

smash to digest.

hoopla la.

neoclassical ideals, conform to the unities of time place and action, if you can.
take place in a few hours, figure it out, a chunk of time to be a drama, like real time.
only every breath counts.
that hand shake was mighty, but only for the lower classes,
Molly, Molière.
fan action, language of flans. snap and see.
men now, show off that inner calf,
and snuff it up,
to dust it off
with a lace frilled hankerchief.
wenches walk in bigger strides
and snuff it too, how daring.

italianate ways to spice those french buquays. nosegays.

happy bla ck with silver specked leg warmers for a dollar.

hollar.

when will it be tea party time, sooooon. (later)

jasabird;)