03 June 2009

I changed my mind about the other blog. Drafts will still go here

Substitute the center of you for your belly
and my middle abdominals for your center.
What would be our head? My neighbors
are dropping furniture and I
am singing to you. It is hard not
to be sarcastic, but I mean it "like a nice
spring jacket kind of thing," says my neighbor.

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My hamstrings are holy and epic.

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Our relationship was about how to be
like frites and pureed potatoes. Enharmonic,
"like British food," she said.

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The Queen of the Amazons is, incedentally, a vaguely white French-speaking woman being controlled by male ivory smugglers. Later, she leaves her life in the jungle behind for marriage.

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I am the father of Kung Fu. I can't believe it. The conditions are ideal.

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Avoid these facts, nature as real politique: The Phantom Layer is
composed of millions of squid and luminous squid ink. Their entire
world was known by touch. The scientists are watching a film that
says the sea can feed the world. They, the scientists, clasp hands,
manly like. Come on, Lady Reporter, the time has come for your
promotion, under the sea.

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