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my comedic dancing for there is no movie to play on the pantlegs.
we were not historical revisionists
my spam is poetry for today
I read it for you and for me because that is the heart
the soul on the left side of the chest
we will be that way sertainly
nubarile. Wasn't it a long way down?
We forget that the lyrics don't make a poem when you take the music away?
Diet Coke is for drinking, not for cleaning the toilets.
Be ware of his stinky breakdancing.
Me love dress rehearsal of life day. We are all in this together. I voted a million times with my keylogger to break into the voting machines of Alabama. The robot steals your words so as to make an advertisement that looks authentic so your robots can't stop you from reading your mail. There are no letters in the chocolate mailboxes. You can download the Leonard Cohen Discography from 1968 to 2004 in as little as 45 minutes, depending on the speeds of traffic and your connection. Speed is of the essence when it comes to talking. The faster we speech the less jizzim will be in our eyes. Like when you are playing a fighter jet videogame, you got to fly low and fast but not hit the ground. So you see, I like it when we do that. My best display of choices is frequently beginning to burn down. The terrible loss of the basement from our house is ok now because we never run out of water. My tower will stand forever and we speak every damn ungodly language here that we could be speeched for. Me. Oh.
Did you ever go clear> We look so much older now.
Because to me, any wood is all the same. I've read that you can dry wood in the microwave! I don't have a big enough box for it. Cherry is so very hard and the smell is sweet. Because to be truely sorry for me is to be free.
Forget me now and stop reading this page because you are worth more than this, you are worth more than me, you are real and I am only a memory typed haphazardly and carefree. Because love wasn't enough.
The story gets deeper but underneath you stopped paying attention after the part when the sexy stuff endsed. Freedom. To be fingernails. My ships are on fire. I have a moneylender in my basement. My eating of the last turnip virgin... We are all adults now. Abstinence is the key to micromanaging the global economic quotas of this new age dream of nazi daggers for sale on ebay for a bargain because the heap was tall and my woman is sleeping kindly in her open future.
Me and the merry go round forget the words to the peice of paper in my hand. Suddenly the paper floats away and becomes a tree and all the pencils I have ever used are in my eyes and ears and stabbbing me... Because the blood flows and quenches the thirsty soil for which grows a new forest of pencil and paperwood trees, my yellow and blue lined ferns are about to be erased by the perfect melancholy. Up to the darkness. My bark is crusty and smoky tonight. Do not burn that cedar because it is older than the bicycle's invention. I am thick and sick of this war. I want the kind of work that I had before. A swollen breast and a curly appetite. My talking ways are dreaming of the day. When we will be yearning to win. We will recycle the average 4 lbs of lead in each CRT computer TV monitor. Why not thank the Cesium for your freedom. We remembered on November 11th about flanders fields that the poppies grow on grow. Weed the medecine of the hippy class. Because my body is cold this wet november. It is recordbreaking rainfall and a water turbidity alert ringing out. Fire hearts have said little more about Noah's Arc. My wedding guest is freequently sailing from the banks of this birch bark canoe. the Tougue is the CBC's symbol of interdependant community living on CBC Radio 3 Podcast. My Kurt Vonnegut book collection is growind dull as the absurd world is more and less real. Soon hyperbole will be obsolete. Because of the termper Tubas ringing loud into the night. My breath is of babies that I decapitated and fried on the gas stove burner. A travesty, someone must think I own a money tree considering that price of gas. Naturally.
Be sure of what you do. Remember to not second guess yourself. intolerance by the faithful is expected but it shall be the death of you if you follow that road. Be wise and know that knowledge is empty and the unlearned can teach you things only the angels know. My wings from the dream are flying with me. I want to play baseball in heaven, just to see if the Docudrama TV series would be any good. Passion begets travesty and we all know how to program our VCR. Ah ha, caught you, you old man! VCRs are obsolete and the skill of programming them will now be kept current by a mueseum vigil by the historical re-enactment society: Great costumes!
I plug and play the TM RSS bandit.
we were not historical revisionists
my spam is poetry for today
I read it for you and for me because that is the heart
the soul on the left side of the chest
we will be that way sertainly
nubarile. Wasn't it a long way down?
We forget that the lyrics don't make a poem when you take the music away?
Diet Coke is for drinking, not for cleaning the toilets.
Be ware of his stinky breakdancing.
Me love dress rehearsal of life day. We are all in this together. I voted a million times with my keylogger to break into the voting machines of Alabama. The robot steals your words so as to make an advertisement that looks authentic so your robots can't stop you from reading your mail. There are no letters in the chocolate mailboxes. You can download the Leonard Cohen Discography from 1968 to 2004 in as little as 45 minutes, depending on the speeds of traffic and your connection. Speed is of the essence when it comes to talking. The faster we speech the less jizzim will be in our eyes. Like when you are playing a fighter jet videogame, you got to fly low and fast but not hit the ground. So you see, I like it when we do that. My best display of choices is frequently beginning to burn down. The terrible loss of the basement from our house is ok now because we never run out of water. My tower will stand forever and we speak every damn ungodly language here that we could be speeched for. Me. Oh.
Did you ever go clear> We look so much older now.
Because to me, any wood is all the same. I've read that you can dry wood in the microwave! I don't have a big enough box for it. Cherry is so very hard and the smell is sweet. Because to be truely sorry for me is to be free.
Forget me now and stop reading this page because you are worth more than this, you are worth more than me, you are real and I am only a memory typed haphazardly and carefree. Because love wasn't enough.
The story gets deeper but underneath you stopped paying attention after the part when the sexy stuff endsed. Freedom. To be fingernails. My ships are on fire. I have a moneylender in my basement. My eating of the last turnip virgin... We are all adults now. Abstinence is the key to micromanaging the global economic quotas of this new age dream of nazi daggers for sale on ebay for a bargain because the heap was tall and my woman is sleeping kindly in her open future.
Steep hills are very real to me. I love the rocks. She gets mad if you kick the rocks. Don't you care? My ancestors are in the trees of our parents. The trees I cut down yesterday. With a famous chainsaw while i was smoking. Balls. The moon that we are after. Because the open sea is sinking under the disaster. My zipper is stuck. We can no have each other. Let us sing another song for the boys that are old and bitter. Lo. Lee. Ta.
Me and the merry go round forget the words to the peice of paper in my hand. Suddenly the paper floats away and becomes a tree and all the pencils I have ever used are in my eyes and ears and stabbbing me... Because the blood flows and quenches the thirsty soil for which grows a new forest of pencil and paperwood trees, my yellow and blue lined ferns are about to be erased by the perfect melancholy. Up to the darkness. My bark is crusty and smoky tonight. Do not burn that cedar because it is older than the bicycle's invention. I am thick and sick of this war. I want the kind of work that I had before. A swollen breast and a curly appetite. My talking ways are dreaming of the day. When we will be yearning to win. We will recycle the average 4 lbs of lead in each CRT computer TV monitor. Why not thank the Cesium for your freedom. We remembered on November 11th about flanders fields that the poppies grow on grow. Weed the medecine of the hippy class. Because my body is cold this wet november. It is recordbreaking rainfall and a water turbidity alert ringing out. Fire hearts have said little more about Noah's Arc. My wedding guest is freequently sailing from the banks of this birch bark canoe. the Tougue is the CBC's symbol of interdependant community living on CBC Radio 3 Podcast. My Kurt Vonnegut book collection is growind dull as the absurd world is more and less real. Soon hyperbole will be obsolete. Because of the termper Tubas ringing loud into the night. My breath is of babies that I decapitated and fried on the gas stove burner. A travesty, someone must think I own a money tree considering that price of gas. Naturally.
Be sure of what you do. Remember to not second guess yourself. intolerance by the faithful is expected but it shall be the death of you if you follow that road. Be wise and know that knowledge is empty and the unlearned can teach you things only the angels know. My wings from the dream are flying with me. I want to play baseball in heaven, just to see if the Docudrama TV series would be any good. Passion begets travesty and we all know how to program our VCR. Ah ha, caught you, you old man! VCRs are obsolete and the skill of programming them will now be kept current by a mueseum vigil by the historical re-enactment society: Great costumes!
I plug and play the TM RSS bandit.
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no no never I am sitting alone typing in a room with my pants open and the lights are all on. There is semen on my shirt. The carpet needs vacuuming. I with wish for that kind of tempest. I hate Shakespeare because he was overated and unimaginative and pompus. IIGXI
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