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echo june salamander crumpet
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[31 Dec 2037|10:50pm] |
i'm considering a move to kalamazoo and have only one question:
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[31 Dec 2037|10:47pm] |
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please tell me what you think ofthis
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[31 Dec 2037|09:36pm] |
'drat, i think i just deleted some really excellent spam-mail'
'ah shit, i just had an amazing vomit session and didn't manage to record one sample"
.. . .yetanother evening of wonderous creative synchronicity
(!)
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[31 Dec 2037|09:35pm] |
INDIA (!)
(. . ..atlast .. . .)
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[31 Dec 2037|08:25pm] |
toothless jaws. dropping the pieces. Were doing our concert tonight-I can get you a Your guess is as good as mine . . . Tis more fit that you use the Chariots of Fire . . . politicians. I took this assignment to see for myself. Your reports to into the conference room. corner. Which put us directly on the route to the red brick lodgings stopped at the edge of a grove of polpettone trees. But which light? perspiration. They rushed out, the door closed, I walked across the May we? Lets do it, Madonette said, admiring her new communicating Attention, fading instantly when I thought about my own problems. washed out of college, never graduated at all . . . when you are. all of my vibrating and stumbling co-musicians had eyeballs as red as Yes, but not this close to the flock. Lets get up to the plateau I am beginning to find out that there are levels of secrecy and
Each had a single wheel in front which was steered by a tiller. This say why again because I dont know. You saw how high that wall is when than I ever had before. You want to talk to this guy? Floyd asked. Or you want him down few arrow points. Scarcely worth preserving were we not so faithful to the shoulder. He shrieked, jumped aside, turned, lifted his gun. Absolutely correct. So do your best to keep Madonette out of sight. He grinned in victorious triumph, bent over and placed an antique A more military Paradisian appeared in the archway. Younger, bigger, The bribe that I am going to pay into a numbered account for you to I walked over and touched his arm as I said this, enclosing him in guys. Thanks as well to you, Captain Tremearne. See how well everything has worked out? You are here and safe, your quizzical manner. I took slight umbrage.
[gorgeous junkmaille-fodder poesie]
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[31 Dec 2037|08:21pm] |
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asking questions of nothingness and irrepressible swirling secrets spilled to the stars. days spent creeping along the edges of silences, trying to sustain causeless fascination by any means possible and the stale grey feeling of knowing that i'm falling short.
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[31 Dec 2037|07:10pm] |
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[31 Dec 2037|06:08pm] |
smashingly enamoured with videoclip pixeldistortions
+& consumerism has now literally co-opted our souls
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[31 Dec 2037|05:32pm] |
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it dawns upon me with increasing clarity that in a culture meant to keep one perpetually dissatisfied, simply being happy is a revolutionary act.
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[31 Dec 2037|05:30pm] |
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[31 Dec 2037|04:45pm] |
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you have me off from dark ruhn gerrisen, if me that sleep like a grave appear and as verlorenyehen and entfliehn you lifted me there from heart darkness and wanted me on all turmen hissen like crowd laughter flags and wei draperien
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[30 Dec 2037|06:31pm] |
I have eaten the sun. The next time you muss my rain arc I have saucers to due to scream. It is a good little bit of konijntjesstok
나는 태양을 먹었다. 나의 구획은 어디에 있는가? 너가 나의 무지개를 뒤죽박죽으로 만들 다음에 나는 너에 접시 질호해야 할 것이다. 이것은 좋은 작은 토끼 지팡이 이다
Я съел солнце. Где мой блок? The next time вы muss моя радуга я крикнуть поддонники на вас. Это будет хорошей маленькой ручкой bunny
you cannot muss bunny saucers in portugal.
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[29 Dec 2037|11:16am] |
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( cnt'd )
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[29 Dec 2037|11:12am] |
THE NAZIS ARE COMING THE NAZIS ARE COMING
FUCK OFF! TELL THEM TO EAT SHIT AND DIE PUCH EM IN THE FUCKIN FACE KICK EM IN THEIR PUTRID LITTLE NAZI BALLS STOMP EM UNTIL THEY SHIT THEIR INTESTINES RAPE THEM TORTURE EM IN ALL MANNER OF WAYS HANG THEM ON TREES MAKE THEM COOK YOU DINNER PUT THEM IN MAKE UP AND SKIRTS GIVE THEM A COMPLEX GIVE THEM A ROSE KISS THEM ON THE CHEEK TELL THEM YOU LOVE THEM LET THEM FUCK YOU HAVE THEIR CHILDREN COOK THEM DINNER
LOVE, GOD
( verbalslew )
(literary slurry: dlt+ejv, yo)
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[28 Dec 2037|10:23pm] |
the most gorgeous fleeting moments, thesedays
(always the ones forwhich i never have a shutterlens)
i have found beauty swirling around and within me
such as i never imagined possible . . .. . (!)
rapturously, ineffably entranced
the entire world, more alive than ever before
and simultaneously rendered mundane
in all but certain poignant seconds
tonight, basking in warm coffeeshoppe glow/eachother, we exchanged Breton(s)
My woman with her forest-fire hair
With her heat-lightning thoughts
With her hourglass waist
My woman with her otter waist in the tiger's mouth
My woman with her rosette mouth a bouquet of stars of the greatest magnitude
With her teeth of white mouse footprints on the white earth
With her tongue of polished amber and glass
My woman with her stabbed eucharist tongue
With her tongue of a doll that opens and closes its eyes
With her tongue of incredible stone
My woman with her eyelashes in a child's handwriting
With her eyebrows the edge of a swallow's nest
My woman with her temples of a geenhouse with a slate roof
And steam on the windowpanes
My woman with her shoulders of champagne
And a doplphin-headed fountain under ice
My woman with her matchstick wrists
My woman with her lucky fingers her ace of hearts fingers
With her fingers of new-mown hay
My woman with her armpits of marten and beechnuts
Of midsummer night
Of privet and angelfish nests
With her seafoam and floodgate arms
Arms that mingle the wheat and the mill
My woman with her eyes of water to drink in prison
My woman with her eyes of forests forever beneath the axe
With her eyes of sea-level air earth and fire
de lui inspiré tant de couleurs. . .. je
respire la vie avec le goût de lui
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[07 Dec 2036|04:40am] |
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Ты ДООООООООООООООООНННННННННННН!!!!!!!!!! [Y]
of pachimu broke????? it dear... is similar to neighborly mopsa - it very glorious! always, when I see, it is desirable to chmoknut' it into the nose))
you the when- thread of mops for the hand did be sufficient? =)) so it is ridiculous - as as if man))) jaw similar och)))
((I understood this, Miss "So much Vodka 4 I will not drink . .. and 4 - I will drink!!! patamushta of 4 alkogoleg..."))
whatever... of. they tripled the "miss of the gram of plastering"
when the 5 years ago there was precisely such - natural, and then it decided to become brighter still... well here, began to grow dark, and therefore prikhotstsa of krasitstsa!
and 4 to fdetstve there was kag you on yuzerpike )) current to krasivshe + rust + - patamushta ashy ottenok"was...))) BUT rodilso to chornyme to volosame))) that chornye to vypale during several days after generation...
I.e. is obtained excellent half of humanity sharply it will grow smart.. but about the miss-beautiful...only nose of ridiculous.
But cho, in the army of mnogoblondinog? : - \ Karoch, we with this deffkoy learned and yebalis' in MU im. The the skliffosovskogo. This was long ago inipravda. Beautiful was, shtopizdets is what. And clever. But 4 it valued precisely for. But Kag- that so.
You, I look, entirely tyuey zazhralis' into Medvedkovo - some to you by fotomodeley give... Already we could appear human feelings and torn off poor girl as should be so that herself by the outcast she would not feel (in the form of humanitarian assistance at least of)))) Here to you such to khuy it is not necessary, but in girl then for life the complex
face curve in it ((incorrect dental of protez(((of the paint of painter is much on face of eynoy (uzhos(
strakholyudiye is extraterrestrial
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[04 Dec 2036|04:15am] |
tumultous hippie melodrama(?)
( flutter snuzz )
betcher sweet bippy (!)
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