Tuesday, September 1, 2009


I found you in my wallet. I completely forgot you were there until I needed cash for the driving range, but I didn't have any. I used my debit card. What's to come of that rediscovery? Illicit drawings of a reoccuring little girl practicing abstinance.

But butchering a whale can only lead to a shortage. Lithium, like a yupity sun flower refelcting potasiom for a new generation. Packing up your belongings I see a knife. I hope to see you kill me--I mean polygon. Kittle juice is hiring for first grade teaches, unlike bother toad; he's quilting a hammock in hungry.

I still hope my teeth are wrapped around your neck. Make me bleed...

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