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Mustard covered stained glass tufted tit-mouse nest

Invisible fly that couldnt shine,
Two more and you'll be fine,
Lookin around and feeling great,
Another one and that'll be eight...
...ugh...
...Brain fart...cant think anymore..im going to bed..
 
Chilly night, isn't it? The weights attached to the bottom of my soles feel extremely invigorating. Can I please borrow your suede gloves? Mmmm, warmth. Baby blue skies, all about me. Hold me in between two pieces of friendship bread. Stretching my feet and rubbing my face into apholstery. I sprinted up the street in a warm fuzzy. Grapes. "A dream got broken, seemed like all was lost, could we see the future, could we pay the cost? You wonder, will it there ever be a second time around?"
 
Okay, no way I can resist this. And I thought I was the only sic-puppy on this planet. Great to know i'm not alone.
Beware, just ate a bean an hour ago
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Abrading funny bones verbalizing up a nor-easter that makes my protracted tale abbreviated even less costly by the twelve pack that stems from my kissing oriface and washing my time piece as a cozy cockroach sits on my tapestry. And as Garfield grabbed my food tasting gland I circulate my baseball cap. The birthday gathering is done and i ogle at what the tabby carried home only to find that he aquired it with a molecule of sodium while he airlifted the chicken coop. When the holstiens return to their houses the siamese has his siesta. Alas, assortment is the seasoning of existance.~!
 
It's a fantabulous evening, with my oversized chiclets and pain killers mingling amidst germicide and a bowl of quarters. As I gaze at the pixels, I wonder, why am I so fortunate to have so many post-its to adorn my busy life? Warmth is all around, even though the box fan will create a tornado of frigidity....warmth. I can't wait to have fuzzy warmth....
 
sitting in an oval void fingering the tapestry of my veil hooded soul lingering in fortitude ash and grain swirl smokily to and fro with lusty sins spewing lard with cackling red fires mingling with stars of light dazzling and punturing the veins are throbbing in twirling mass of fungal leaves so greeen and sick no time for play go rent a movie
 
hey jill'
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try not to call me when I is sleepin'
my boyfriend thinks that I look peaceful,
so he will not wake me.
I dunno why...
 
wake up you old sod, you old thing you, that just lied out in the sun, during those younger days, and now your skin is leather in sheen and stretched thin over your sublimly whimsical weather beaten veil
*blech*
excuse me
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[This message has been edited by Noodle (edited 28 September 2000).]
 
Water polo is a barbaric sport in which thousands of horses drown anually. The provision of snorkels is the only humane action left for us to take in order to re-right the karmic imbalance induced by such cruelty!!!
 
continuation of sigk's rent quote:
'then, a little bull dog entered. his name, we have learned, was benny, and although he once had principles, he abandoned them to live as a lapdog to a wealthy daughter of the revolution. 'ah-1-2-3 that's bull,' he said. 'ever since the cat took up the fiddle that cow's been... jumpy... the dish and the spoon were evicted from the table and eloped! she's had trouble with that milk and the moon ever since. maybe it's a... female thing... cause who'd wanna leave cyberland anyway? wall's ain't so bad! the dish and the spoon, for instance, they're down on their luck, they come knockin' on my dog house door, and i say not in my back yard, utensils! go back to china!' 'the only way out is up!' elsie whispered to me. 'A LEEEEEEAP ooooooooof.... faith!' 'still thirsty?' parched! 'have some milk.' and i lowered myself beneath her, and held my mouth to her swollen udder, and sucked the sweetest milk i have ever tasted. 'climb on board,' she said. and as a harvest moon rose over cyberland, we reared back, sprang into a gallop, leaping, out of orbit! i awoke singing 'leap of faith leap of faith, leap of faith, leap of faith. only thing to do... only thing to do is jump... only thing to do is jump over the moon. only thing to do is jump over the moon. over the moon. over the -- MOOOOOO!!!!'
 
We sat and enjoyed the BIG YELLLOW BIRTHDAY CAKE. My boyfriend picked up his PURPLE BRIEFCASE and told me he would be back in an hour. I saw him to the door. The wind was blowing PIECES OF LOOSELEAF PAPER around like feathers. So I sat and waited on the front porch, the sky was always dark green. 10 years later, here I sit. "I thought he said he'd be back before supper?!?!?"
whew.. i feel better now
 
We sat and enjoyed the BIG YELLLOW BIRTHDAY CAKE. My boyfriend picked up his PURPLE BRIEFCASE and told me he would be back in an hour. I saw him to the door. The wind was blowing PIECES OF LOOSELEAF PAPER around like feathers. So I sat and waited on the front porch, the sky was always dark green. 10 years later, here I sit. "I thought he said he'd be back before supper?!?!?"
whew.. i feel better now
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Why does my heart always feel empty when I am either not with someone I am in love with, or I am sober??? :(
 
WE sat and enjoyed the BIG YELLOW BIRTHDAY CAKE. My boyfriend reached for his PURPLE BRIEFCASE. "I'll be back before dawn". I saw him to the door. The wind was blowing WHITE PEICES OF LOOSELEAF PAPER around like MAUVE feathers, a few got in the house... I'll sweep when he gets home. I sat on the porch and waited for him in my BIG GIRL CHAIR, the BLUE one. The sky was always DARK GREEN then, no street lights either. 10 years later.. here I sit. " I thought he said he'd be home for supper!?!?!?"
whew... i feel better now.
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Why does my heart always feel empty when I am either not with someone I am in love with, or I am sober??? :(
 
singular balloons floating amidst the curtain shirt falling swiftly through the green taboo of life sustaining liquid earth moving laguidly dropping to pear shapes marbles of chemical utopia and fistfulls of bullshit
jill
 
bleh bleh headache stupid bitch kick head her too- california bleh - evil petting zoo haha shivers
 
Clouds float into Sparkys doghouse..
Get out clouds, that's his dog house!!!
Not yours, HIS, that's Sparkys!
Insubordanate fluffy purple clouds!!!!
*Woof Woof*
 
...took myself to the waterside today. ...out onto a road overlooking the sun blazing higher over the bay. This place used to be the gateway to the Jersey shore. That must have been when Asbury Park was a beachside playground for the well to do like 50 years ago....
 
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