curtains burden The tail's the true jungle limit for you, small kitty. I carry these things with me as a testament to the stones which wheelchaired my musty ass for so long. Bird canyon, boys, as the roulette swishes unprofessionally in paneled wood. Hurting for a snowboard, ain't gonna be no magic in these parts, boy, unless Norm McDonald himself appears at my fall Renaissance festival. What am I saying? I have no Renassaince Festival, which becomes a Renaissance Gesrival when I close my eyes. Silly, silly chicken, choky cohking Tony, Italian beast pieces! Warm enough in Florida to stop you from driving and interviewing the man who interrogated you southwestardly of the fountain in the black HMX as the sun traversed lonely in its stubborn way and even birds failed to kiss the beautiful pink underbelly of the sky tenderly, as was necessitated. My days of shopping carts and movie smarts await me. Ain't gonna be no guns like 3-pieced paradise for me, not when she dances like that. We all need a little cape, when you stop the train to analyze it. 011031 ... burden The tail's the true jungle limit for you, small kitty. I carry these things with me as a testament to the stones which wheelchaired my musty ass for so long. Bird canyon, boys, as the roulette swishes unprofessionally in paneled wood. Hurting for a snowboard, ain't gonna be no magic in these parts, boy, unless Norm McDonald himself appears at my fall Renaissance festival. What am I saying? I have no Renassaince Festival, which becomes a Renaissance Gesrival when I close my eyes. Silly, silly chicken, choky cohking Tony, Italian beast pieces! Warm enough in Florida to stop you from driving and interviewing the man who interrogated you southwestardly of the fountain in the black HMX as the sun traversed lonely in its stubborn way and even birds failed to kiss the beautiful pink underbelly of the sky tenderly, as was necessitated. My days of shopping carts and movie smarts await me. Ain't gonna be no guns like 3-pieced paradise for me, not when she dances like that. We all need a little cape, when you stop the train to analyze it. Imagine this, if you will: me, still in the releasing rushing woods of heaven, misspelling the .com in my e-mail address. Quite the British puppy, if you ask me! So, I fixed it, and this is basically the same post. 011031 ... marjorie an aside to the audience and then a close of curtains (you were never really there) 030107 what's it to you? who go blather from