watching the fading. (everything go by)

On the highway tonight there's no reason to...SADNESS IS WAITING TO HAPPEN.

There are a lot of machine tools on Craigslist but most are in the states only.
so I don't think the turtle toy is what you need. But, then again. You are the mother. Not me.
I don't want to have to go there. Also many in the suburbs. I don't want to go there. Also many are so big. I don't want to lift them. A radius cutter is a good tool to get but I need a lathe first. First I have to have space for it. First I need to build a shelf to make some space. I need a floor standing drill press first. I don't want to buy from busybee. Cuz they suck. But Grizzly sucks too. I have to phone the foreign orders dept just to complete the internet order. So lame. Maybe I should give Busybee another try? But they just lost track of my entire order and don't care. We sense your eyes were closing!the brake lights are really quite lovely. thousands of souls all stopping together. uh huh. there's no reason to cry out your eyes. People like us, not sure where they are going.
Cherry hardwood is my favourite type of hardwood that is local.And today I was fixing the fucking door again and I ran out of time again. I'm busy now. And I'm making money. But only because i don't pay rent - anywhere. I can't really make it. You can. Your name is trouble. You turn the screws. My first names a mess. I'm here to confess. I won't hold my breath.

CRYOUTYOUREYES-U2.

L S U R. LL E SS U R. L E S U R. LL E S U R. LLL E SSS U R uq. spam. sevilievs. elvis. 1990 was a long time ago. SPM. potatoe many. flagrant high school yearbook pants. only not LESSUr.
Every 10 year old enemy soldier thinks falling bombs are shooting stars sometimes. Hesitations always mine. Drop me a line. Say you've been with me this whole time.
Let me hold you I won't hold my breath. I will burn to death. Automatic.

jessica said I'm standing on this corner and can't get their attention.Is there really such a thing as the old world? >>> The CEEHS is spreading. One egg so far. Only. M
LadyTRON. Or celebrate you. If you freeze tommow, come back lucky. We sense your eyes were closing.

Clutch my stack of paper.

This is not spam. This is a real blog written by a man. A man who is/isnot/isn't crazy. (anymore/ornot)

I don't know what I should do with my hands when I talk to you. And you don't know where to look, so you look at my hands. I am your pamphleteer. Actually no. I didn't write that song. And I won't hand out your papers. Unless you PAY me. Because I get money now instead of sleep.

My next communique:

Is there anybody out there? That use to by my favourite song. But now I like how The Weakerthans and Stars and others talk about people who might one day imagine themselves erecting barricades in the streets. But nowadays I don't even make it to Critical Mass. Even though I am it's leader.

Still.

Or not.

The laptop batteries wear out. Especially if you use them when blugged in as I do. I blug by blug into the wall blug. I un blug my nose with my hankerchied. A 3 year old knows of no way to clean the nostril of the baby.

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#9 actually 1/137 is the magic number.