Oh, you are a right fool!! Sending me such things in the middle of the day so I tear up and dribble on my keyboard. But it is welcomed. So I put on my portishead tortoise shell and hunker down in my bunker...for whatever comes next. Lions momeraths or a foxes dragon. I'll never see summer in springtime. I'm a foul creature's bosom dangling by my toes. Who are you?! Such endearing sentiments. But why am I angry? Truth is my icepick lipstick. Up and down and back again. Who is to show me. Who is to blame. I've never faltered where love is desired. My words are a mystery to me. The synthetic effect of my cube. My corner of sterility. The flourescence blinds my chi.

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Last Five
treasure - Thursday, Sept. 06, 2006
need - Sunday, May. 22, 2005
where is here - Friday, May. 13, 2005
save me. - Monday, May. 09, 2005
nonsense - Sunday, May. 01, 2005

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