Wh'ut chu Say!
That's right, I'm back to visit. I've totally not spent time on the ol' SG for grippa. Grey appears a bit future-y.
Well,
check check the page whoot
'n whistle;
busy like mutha
now a father
Writing for me, and me and you;
'n cool minnesota.
Drafts for the aeon wind
F l u t t t t t tt e r rr r through youinme --- September harvest rein.
A bullette caught me in my delight; abridged ministries fortunate and sacredly scarred I
*Remember the day tomorrow, the son and sun. My favorite colloid.
My precious aqueous solutions spill everything, She'll rare you, he smiled.
A route you take every morning-day-night,
a coat to go from cold, a pillow for you to warm, a heart to get a hand.
Epists, polimoralistas, heavy tinkering webbery. Quiet mood rings. Fill-ups.
There was the best pile of leaves.
tite
Then rope, then nope; Maybe hope. All that dope. And cocking.
My body laughs. It once heard fate. Hentai instruction-facade.
no, Nathan's not coming.
All pirate, no pilgrim. Must the thieves of prince a name to make them? Some give to yes. I?
I know:
Red Balloon skies on parade,
a cider wagon set for sing-song, wet rides, West & North high, jangle bells/voices/typeos.
Permanent, I now sit listening to Pavement.
I print:
Think me good. Make me good. Pay me good. I'll be good.
--------- a road trip. Show your two block radius for $5? gimme all your musicians!
Oh, you heard. Up-swerve.
So, where're the legs, and the stead? In ahead, up a head, waiting on patiently human modules.
Nightimings hunger me.
Ok, just a splat synopsis. I've been meaning to get those out lately. And now to non-semiotic hallucinations.
Guten nacht
That's right, I'm back to visit. I've totally not spent time on the ol' SG for grippa. Grey appears a bit future-y.
Well,
check check the page whoot
'n whistle;
busy like mutha
now a father
Writing for me, and me and you;
'n cool minnesota.
Drafts for the aeon wind
F l u t t t t t tt e r rr r through youinme --- September harvest rein.
A bullette caught me in my delight; abridged ministries fortunate and sacredly scarred I
*Remember the day tomorrow, the son and sun. My favorite colloid.
My precious aqueous solutions spill everything, She'll rare you, he smiled.
A route you take every morning-day-night,
a coat to go from cold, a pillow for you to warm, a heart to get a hand.
Epists, polimoralistas, heavy tinkering webbery. Quiet mood rings. Fill-ups.
There was the best pile of leaves.
tite
Then rope, then nope; Maybe hope. All that dope. And cocking.
My body laughs. It once heard fate. Hentai instruction-facade.
no, Nathan's not coming.
All pirate, no pilgrim. Must the thieves of prince a name to make them? Some give to yes. I?
I know:
Red Balloon skies on parade,
a cider wagon set for sing-song, wet rides, West & North high, jangle bells/voices/typeos.
Permanent, I now sit listening to Pavement.
I print:
Think me good. Make me good. Pay me good. I'll be good.
--------- a road trip. Show your two block radius for $5? gimme all your musicians!
Oh, you heard. Up-swerve.
So, where're the legs, and the stead? In ahead, up a head, waiting on patiently human modules.
Nightimings hunger me.
Ok, just a splat synopsis. I've been meaning to get those out lately. And now to non-semiotic hallucinations.
Guten nacht