Wednesday, April 9, 2014

I'll take you and make you myself.

I gotta believe I can make it by myself.

I must remember that this is life and I am alive right now and every moment matters... Then I'll do something that I and everyone care about.

I hate porn. I hate poooorrrrrnnnn. I hate poooooorrrn!

I live in the comic book stooooooorrrrreee!!!

Cyou're my diabeteeeeeees

I troubled past and new years prostotulution.

Sooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwah, a dog shoots your face and you say I'm getting into poolitics.

I'm a dood. You're a GoBot. I play ratchet ball. You work too hard to hurdle a burly boy at the races in Greenwich.

Is it possible to overcome this diet? Am I a full human? Am I able to search deeply enough and bring up

Wheer's Peabuddy? Wheer's Buddy? Wheer's PeaBODY? Oh Emerson, you're so cute, I wanna dance on your grave. Youre like a hampster in a cage, never living, never a part of yourself.

Weer gonna live so well, you won't believe you survived the last decade and a half.

I wanna slap you like a baby. I wanna regain our homeland safety.

I'm not cured. I'm not even bacon. I have to take a huge shit, Clementine -Sarah, mercy.


The sky of the yard is alive with fly fly buggs... Doug, die, kill, maybe, baby, sorry, completely, sun brother.

Eyes and Bowels ...  Chairs are made to be indifferent.

I strongly overcome the cake. I overpower all my senses. I sense beyond my senses. I am at peace with my desire to understand what cannot be sensed.

Trilogy of Otters. Persistently Perforated Space

Taper .... Trail .... Dissipate




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