I can see you have constructed a new light sabre, go back to Mars, take ye flask wit ye, feels so much better wit em pints, tell mom I can paddle on ma own now!


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Freitag, September 29, 2006

weed o'phoon three

9:05 no solid ground off the bus door splashin gutters some sight. earthlings have to work walkin a hike ya sailin a hike? they hold 'em shoes teh height of rain but i see no umbrellas the irony, it's fun. i could use some. le'me do it. times like this one wished i din av to attend parasitology class then. the water is black now i know am sure i can tell taht's the color fo sure. it's not quite surreal ya dip ya feet in leptospiro water, ya lift up a polished model o ya skeletal system from ya patella down. nice meetin ya carpals ya tarsals! how'sit go'n!