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 two

7:10 sweepin the downpour sweepin me off ma feet litrally out in tah streets. hawkeyein jeeps to no avail reroutin ma trip headin west the wind pushin ma blurry eyes to the next station down cartimar load up the bus to get off ayala 'at's teh plan. 8:30 finally got the hitch this'll be a long trip everyone all drenched on the bus crawlin along buendia. first intersection up bautista tires a soaked there's ya hint whatya think? count 'em postman totalled 8, 7 philies up dian, 11 beaches up filmore to south intersection on the 12th it's time to jump. it's hopeless.