scanning the floor for leftover appendages.
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Friday, December 20, 2002 Until the very last, desparate and unmistakably colored grayish, maybe with a little pluto thrown in, and wrapped around a wigless forearm. It's ugly as a dinner plate in this mud; I'm speaking, of course, of my NEW PHOIBLE. It's a nice concoction but nobody's going to fall for it. It's over for me. I'm found out a bright, shiny pot of grubs. The kind that smell like old milk. The cross I'm making for Seth is gynormous! I felt a needle, astride my leftmost capilary (which are not always pointing outwards, like a star,) but I fear it's over now. *from the dark I stab at thee!* And when I came tumbling out, I was covered with a fluffy, sticky substance, and electricity engyrated my trembling pillowness in its own, clammy hand. Stumble, clutter, crawl. Stumble, grasp, spit. Sputter. Sputter. Spit. Glue. Stick. Stumble. Butter. Fit. Gummer. Lover. Spit Runner. Over. Split. Hummer. Glummer. Tit. Bundle. Huddle. Sprint. Hunger. Anger. Spite. Longer. Harder. Bite. Slower. Softer. Bit. Unfortune has left all softly and grooming in my upkeep, spaketh. We hollow out dinner, trays, it feels lovely but please take it off. Please take it off. Now. Take it. What a load of. The lime deteriorates what's left of a dying body. Hope this helps. marshmallow. lucky charm. fuck. posted by Kingo Sleemer | 12:01 AM |
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