Raised on the good news that's
always gone by the time we're
older. I believe again. Goodbye,
door! It's true, it's true, I'm
sure you think so. "Being
sarcastic is not nice," but it's
being blunt. I don't like most
rich people. My country gives
poor people money. My utopia
is a basketball court. Walking
to the mall along roads with no
sidewalks in the rain. My weekend
sucked, but I understand your
explanation. When did my language
stop sprawling? Wrack all over an
unusual beach, brain
recently removed like seaweed.
27 April 2008
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