her story is bigger than the limited 4 X 6" sheet of paper stuffed in a small aluminum canister carried off by the pigeon to deliver to those who have stayed with her, blow blow Seminole Wind,
the pigeon can make the journey in less than twelve hours, her stories receive front page billing, "special" sent by carrier pigeon from the Wet Mountains,
sitting high on the withers, outlaw influence modifies her saddle, her "wanted" groin swells on the front, a cantle of vagina height, cruises it up to the saddle horn, orgasmic, her vertical smiles, knees bent, in contact with her sexuality, strongly built, outstanding stamina and horse sense, the Judas reaches back to the sixteenth century for the rewards of the spirit, no tolerance for fixed norms,
she's not a part of deception and deformity where the thing in all of its lameness chooses queens, packs a big high hard one in the kings jeans for ego, doesn't sell books one blurb cover better,
carrier pigeon is almost there, flash powder, a very dangerous mixture of magnesium and chlorate, cost rivalry its life, lost some poetic limbs, mind-f***ing powder so volatile, it ignited, attached bait to the flash pan, tripped the shutter, handmade camera made from two apple boxes, the juicy watermelon's pink pulp exploded, tarot card, rind and all, slow motion shutter speed blurring the corrupt image...blow blow Seminole Wind,
carrier pigeon is there, her silver reputation and confidence trusts only the pigeon to send such communication for her, she has a deep appreciation for the remote, solitary way of life, the skills of survival and the primitive ways of life enable her to move forward and ride poetic territory that fills her eyes and fires her imagination, trusted by all who walk on all sides of the law and all sides of the border, she's off to make her respective mark with the rum runners, historical subjects, and vanishing lifestyles,
carrier pigeon has delivered her message, she is a product of old times and a creation of resourcefulness who knows her audience...
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‘I have to go back soon,’ says Adam one afternoon. Yes, I know he has to go back soon. He has to go back to London and to his job and his apprenticeship. He has taken the maximum number of days leave – he has taken his entire Summer holiday in the Sp
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