though this is not her lord in case, the one who can't afford to face, her image is restored to grace.

Disappeared. No trace, musky tears, suitcase. The down turn brave little burncub bearcareless turnip snare rampages pitch color pages. DOWN AND OUT, but not in vegas, disembarks and disengages, NO LOFT, sweet pink canary cages plummet pop dewskin fortitude for the sniffing black noses that snort and allude to the dangling trinkets that mimic the dirt cough go drink its, it's for you!

BLUE BATTERED NAVAL TOWN SLIP KISSES DEVILVERED BY DUCK MUSCLES AND BOTTLENOSED GRIFTERS, arrive in time to catch the late show, IT'S A BEEHIVE BARREL RACE a shehive stare and chase wasted feature who tried and failed to reach her! EMBOSSED BENEATH A BOX IN THE CLOSET THAT'S LOST. the kind you find when yuo mind your own business SHIV SISTER TO THE QUICKNESS BEFORE IT BLISTERS INTO THE NEW MORNING MILK BLANKET. YOUR ILK IS FUNNY TO THE TURNSTYLE TOUCH BUNNY WHOSE BOUQUET SET A COURSE FOR BLOOM WITHOUT DECAY, GET YOUR BROOOOM AND SWEEP THE ECHOES FROM YESTERNIGHT'S FALLEN FRECKLES, AWAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy




[Edited on January 20, 2008 at 3:45 PM. Reason : whoops]

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1/20/2008 3:43:56 PM

stadium arcadiummm

the mirror to the moon

[Edited on January 20, 2008 at 3:51 PM. Reason : BITCH THATS MY SOLO]

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